by Jimmy Buffett
Wyoming cowboy Tully Mars butts heads with his poodle-rancher boss. He throws a massage table through her window, she hires bounty hunters to kill him, so he flees to—where else?—the Caribbean and spends his days guiding tourists on fishing excursions and restoring a lighthouse. Sound loco? It is. This breezy tale resembles the singer-songwriter's much-touted favorite drink, the margarita. Too much of it may make you queasy (the plot darts around incessantly), and its ingredients aren't exactly top shelf. The dialogue is shoddy, the story line insubstantial—Tully eludes the bounty hunters while having silly skirmishes along the way. But it's great fun while it lasts. Buffett peppers his narrative with wacky subplots, including a love story in which Tully stands up his girlfriend in various tropical locales. You'll feel as if you're somewhere else—a place where a swim in cool water and a breakfast of banana pancakes with coconut syrup will cure any hangover.