Anyway, on to a book review. How can you not be intrigued by this title? The Man Who Ate the 747--what the heck? But sure enough, Wally Chubb is proving his love for Willa Wyatt by grinding up and eating an airplane that crashed in his field. But then, J. J. Smith comes to town. He's the Guinness Book of World Records guy and he falls for Willa, too.
I swear, I've read Harlequin Romance novels with better plot and characterization. J. J. is the man who can "authenticate greatness" but can't find love. Willa is the small-town girl who's already had her heart ripped out by a "sweet talking man who sold leather-bound books." Will they be able to find true love? (Take a guess. . .) And what about poor sweet Wally chomping away while Rose, his cleaning lady, pines for a him, a man she can never have since his heart belongs to another.
It was just so boring. The dialogue was a lot of "he said, she said" and it was all telling, no showing. And then the plot devices. Oh my gosh, the plot devices were so clunky. The heroine's kid brother nearly falls out of a water tower, but our hero saves him. Wally nearly dies, not once but twice, and miraculously recovers each time.
<I bought this book at the Friends of the Library book sale. Then I donated it back for some other unsuspecting sucker to find.>