My rating: 5 of 5 stars
And we have another winner!
With Just Add Salt, Jinx Schwartz has slipped her cable and hit another home run. Yes, I know I’m mixing nautical and baseball metaphors, but the author does that too, and… well, it’s catchin’.
This book has as many chuckles as Just Add Water, but there is a bit more tension—which, literarily speaking, is a good thing. In this volume, Hetta is in a lot more hot water—or salt—and you just never know how she’s possibly going to come out on top… or with whom. I think it’s quite clear from the text, though, that, in her youth, the author had a crush on Ricky Ricardo. Just sayin’.
Just Add Salt will have you alternately chuckling and biting your nails, and you will discover many new things, such as what a panga is. Now I know what it was we were riding in that caused a woman from our cruise ship to get a broken arm.
Just Add Salt will make you want to listen to your old LP of Dark Side of the Moon. No, I’m not going to tell you what I mean by that. You’ll just have to read the book.