This book can be summed up in three sentences: It’s fluff. But it’s such fun fluff. And no one does fluff as well as Ally Carter.
The other best way to sell it (and Heist Society, the first one in the series)? It’s Ocean’s Eleven for teens. In book form.
After pulling off the heist of the century (which I suppose is a bit of a spoiler for the first book; sorry), Kat and crew have basically gone their separate ways. Kat’s taken on a personal mission for good, taking jobs stealing back paintings stolen by Nazis in World War II. Her friend (and possible boyfriend) Hale is constantly upset with her because she keeps shutting him out. Cousin Gabby’s gone her own way, and Uncle Eddie’s moved to Paraguay (or was it Uruguay? That’s a running gag.) to run a sting for the family. So, when Kat gets a proposition to steal the Cleopatra diamond for what is ostensibly a good cause, she doesn’t hesitate.
Then things get deliciously complicated.
Honestly? The best thing about this book (aside from Hale’s swoonworthiness; I really shouldn’t have crushes on fictional 17-year-old boys. Not healthy.) is that Kat and crew up and go all over the world at the drop of a hat. They’re MINORS! And they get away with so much. It’s hilarious and improbable and fun. Who cares that they’re smart rich kids basically stealing things because they can? (Well, not exactly, but it feels that way at times.) I don’t. I’m along for the ride, and, man, it’s a fun one with an absolutely brilliant twist at the end.
Sometimes, fluff — especially good fluff — is exactly what you need.
Rated: Mild for some mild language.