So, this is the third book in the Kelly Driscoll Series. I honestly think that Amenity Tower Series would be more accurate, as the tower is more the focus than she is. Kelly is merely the protagonist. In the first two books (The Last Condo Board of the Apocalypse & The Last Donut Shop of the Apocalypse) we meet Kelly Driscoll, and the weird reflection of Chicago that is Pothole City. Bit on the nose there. The basic plot of all three books can be summed up as:
As the fallen angels take over the condo board, argue over who’s handling pizza delivery, and begin planning for a little shindig otherwise known as the apocalypse, Kelly must team up with an unlikely group of allies to find her target and keep the fallen angels at bay. In the process, she befriends a reluctant Angel of Destruction, gets tips from a persistent ferret, uncovers the mysteries behind Pothole City’s hottest snack food empire, and tries to prevent the end of the world.
Oddly, that is the best description for the books. Fallen angels try to leave Amenity Tower, where they are bound, and chaos ensues. Along with snack foods.
In this installment, the plot involves a new, competing, tower with more amenities, death worm pools, and a quest to figure out what exactly is happening. As with the previous books, an apocalypse does indeed begin, and…
You know, this is just weird enough that I can’t really describe it. So I’ll dance around it some. I loved the Pothole City concept. I completely get the tower itself, having contracted to a real estate office in Chicago’s Gold Coast (studio condos starting at $130.000. Studio…no bedroom). If anything, this downplays the way people in that part of the city act. The book is timely – with references to the airbag settlements among other things. That may work against the book in the long run, as in five years no one will remember the name of the company (Takata).
Where I truly found enjoyment was the concept of Single Purpose Angels – those celestial beings in charge of / responsible for a single thing. Like returning small birds to their owners. Or the 3AM hour. Or HVAC systems. That is an inspired bit of lunacy there. And the fact that they rely on Cluck Snack Products, in all their improbable variety, for life is equally inspired. Just the Cluck Snack names earn this a star. Not so much for the names themselves (P’nut Butt’r Koffee Eggs, Sparkling En’rgee Drink, with All-Natural Maple Syrup, Cheezy Flats Nacho Flav’r), but the parentheticals after the names. Like ‘Not For Hamsters or Chinchillas’, ‘For Kelly Driscoll, Not For Ferrets’, and so on. That was comic gold.
Overall, I expect that if you liked the first two books, you’ll enjoy this one. If you found the Cluck Snack segments to be your fav’rite, then I expect you’ll love this book.