Fletch's son Jack is stuck a great reflection of him, even though they didn't know each other until now.

The idea of them being farther and son is not forced, and just feels right. This is a favorite. ( )

Fletch' son Jack investigates attempts on life of wealthy scientist who invented "perfect mirror' and keeps family in lovely but controlled compound.

Unbelievably bad in every way. If McDonald's editor wasn't out for cocktails on the money from the first umpteen books in this series, he would have had a fit over some of these sentences. The invention at the center of the billionaire's fortune is both overemphasized and under-explained. B plot is bizarre and unconnected. More time spent describing the contents of the grocery store and the layout of the town square than the motives of the murderer. Author has clearly never met an actual human woman of any description.

Since I couldn't bear to put it back in the bookshelf next to the other actual books, and it would feel wrong to inflict it on another human, it has been recycled with the morning paper. You're welcome, world. ( )

The Fletch books used to be entertaining and funny. Not any more, sadly. "Fletch Reflected" covers Fletch's son Jack's investigation into the man who invented a mirror that doesn't invert reflections so you see yourself the way others see you. ( )

There. Now I've finished the eleven Fletch's. Note to self: just because the first two in a series are brilliant doesn't mean the next nine will be. Love how they are non-sequential and dialogue driven, but the suspension of disbelief was burdensome. ( )