Naked Heat by [a witty conglomeration of writers] was not quite up to its predecessor's standards. The story was convoluted enough to make me sneeze, and it felt like there were several loose ends. Of course, that could just be a commentary on how one shouldn't expect everything to be tied up pretty and nice (humble thyself, O Reader!), but it mostly felt like they forgot. Then there was my personal preference language clash- namely, of the politely considered foul variety. Not a book I handed to my mother.
All in all, I still like the show (but no, I am not dedicating every Monday night to it- that's what two day marathons are for after the season is released on DVD), and I'm willing to read whatever our ruggedly handsome author deals out next. But I'm not expecting highbrow literature here, and neither should you.
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