Or stuid in ways that are like a B-grade horror movie: No! Don't go up those stairs!
The book I came closest to flinging recently was one I bought because the main character is a Philadelphia rower (a novice). The nearest approach to flinging was when she goes out in the middle of the night on the Schuylkill River in a single (repeat: she's a novice - and those things are extremely tippy) because her boyfriend has vanished after an argument and she figures he's gone off rowing to let off steam. And when she finds him unconscious and bleeding on an island, with a mysterious motorboat docked there, she gets *back in her boat* to row off and try to find help. Instead of in the motorboat, which the bad guy promptly uses to come after her.
(Also, I can speak from experience: the "finding help" bit is not so likely, because if you stand beside Kelly Drive, even if you're standing there bleeding, no motorist will stop. Even in daylight.) I will not be buying further books in the series.
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The book I came closest to flinging recently was one I bought because the main character is a Philadelphia rower (a novice). The nearest approach to flinging was when she goes out in the middle of the night on the Schuylkill River in a single (repeat: she's a novice - and those things are extremely tippy) because her boyfriend has vanished after an argument and she figures he's gone off rowing to let off steam. And when she finds him unconscious and bleeding on an island, with a mysterious motorboat docked there, she gets *back in her boat* to row off and try to find help. Instead of in the motorboat, which the bad guy promptly uses to come after her.
(Also, I can speak from experience: the "finding help" bit is not so likely, because if you stand beside Kelly Drive, even if you're standing there bleeding, no motorist will stop. Even in daylight.) I will not be buying further books in the series.