In my previous reviews of two of Lisa Scottoline’s legal thrillers (Daddy’s Girl and Lady Killer) I wrote about Scottoline’s treatment of the world of Italian Catholic working-class South Philadelphia, families, law, and justice. Dirty Blonde (notice a theme here connecting these book titles?) continues the same themes, though it’s not in the same series. For the first time we focus on a judge rather than a lawyer. (Yes, I know that the judge is also a lawyer, but you know what I mean.) Unfortunately the protagonist is not nearly as sympathetic as the ones in the earlier series, and her character flaw also detracts from the believability of the novel. It’s still worth reading as entertainment; the story kept me engaged and interested, but don’t expect literature here.