Lisa Lutz’s The Spellman Files is the funniest mystery since Stephanie Plum made her debut way back when in One for the Money. Growing up in the family business, Isabel Spellman has been a private investigator since about age 12. Now in her twenties, Izzy is thinking maybe she doesn’t belong in the family business, where mothers spy on daughters, fathers bug their daughters’ apartments, and your 14-year-old sister hangs out in bars. And she herself runs background checks on potential suitors, thus rendering her own first dates boring and fraught with potential slip-ups. In order to avoid giving too much away, suffice it to say that Lula’s got nothing on Rae, Grandma Mazur’s got nothing on Uncle Ray, and the Plum’s pale in comparison to the Spellmans. The Spellman Files is pure, unadulterated kooky; which is, after all, the very best kind.