Thoroughly disgusted with the violent scenes that forced me to stop reading this saga of The Everglades. I have read Carl Hiaasen before this book, but my father gave me his collection of Hiaasen’s novels. Tourist Season sickened me. Yes, this violence happens every day, but my reading must not be clouded with these disturbing visions. I feel like the story thunders from someone high on a pulpit like Jonathan Edwards discussing Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God. The haunting image ruins the story and the plea for correcting the human errors of progress. Carl Hiaasen throws a little humor to soften the brutal reality, but the senselessness overshadows the message. Not my idea of an enlightening read. ( )