THE MOTHER ROAD by Meghan Quinn
NA Romantic Comedy
Release date: January 12, 2016
Cover Designed by: Meghan Quinn
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1IS4PFc
NA Romantic Comedy
Release date: January 12, 2016
Cover Designed by: Meghan Quinn
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1IS4PFc
Book Description:
Never in a million years would I have pictured myself as an axe-wielding, dragon lady, chopping up multi-colored flannel shirts into my very own plaid mulch. But here I am, chopping away my frustrations.
It all started when my brother, Paul, convinced me to go on one last family road trip across the Mother Road with him and my dad.. Just like old times, right? Wrong. What Paul fails to mention is his best man, Porter, will be joining us, who just so happens to be my childhood crush and the man who broke my heart four years ago.
What is supposed to be a fun, family bonding experience across Route 66 turns into a war of pranks, awkward moments and bathrooms full of dirty flannel shirts and day old beard clippings. Paul’s know-it-all attitude and Porter’s devilish charm brings me to the brink of my sanity on my seven day trek across the United States with three bearded men in a small 1980’s RV.
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Our Review:
Reviewed by Donna ~ 4.5 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***
“This is war, you know that, right? You just started a shit storm you won’t be able to handle.”
This book was exactly what I needed after a slew of emotional, intense and suspenseful reads. I may be forty-two but even I can still relate to my childish side and this book tugged at this side of me all the way through.
The humour throughout this book is hysterical and incredibly abundant, I had a lot of tears and 99.99% of them were tears of laughter. Pranks galore, hilarious dialogue and a Dad I could die for left me in stitches so many times. Yes, it was juvenile, but seriously, I wish I had that kind of relationship with my siblings, the things I could have got up to…the list is endless and I now have a plethora of ideas…is forty-two too old to start?
“You can’t trust technology just like you can’t trust a fart.”
Meghan Quinn’s humour is apparent throughout and it seems she is totally like the woman I assumed she was, quirky and extremely funny and someone I would love to meet, but I feel I would need protection lol. This book was the epitome of a romantic comedy and will definitely go down as one of my all-time favourites. I am British, I have a very dry sense of humour and I have to admit a lot of these romantic comedies just go way over the top of my head, but because this was fantastic juvenile humour even my British brain got it and revelled in it and laughed along too, most of the time, hysterically.
“What? I’m a man, I have a penis. I may only use it for peeing, but I have a penis and it shouldn’t be ignored just because it’s older than the other ones in the circle. In its prime, your mom used to call it the hammer because it would nail her to the bed in ecstasy.”
This was a road trip on Route 66, a last hoorah for Marley’s brother who was getting married and also a homage to her late mother who had planned this trip before she passed away. This was a road trip where Marley was the only woman, trapped in a camper van from the 70’s with three, yes three men. Marley’s brother thought it appropriate to bring his best man on this trip, a man who he had been friends with since childhood, a boy that was an adopted son to her parents and a man that Marley crushed on for years and years and years. Things were about to get messy.
Porter Smith was the man in question, a man that Marley at one point thought she had finally got through too, a man that she loved but he was also a man that left her four years ago before things ever really got started. Was Porter the heart breaking jerk that Marley thought he was or was there a method to his apparent madness?
I have to say I loved everyone in this book, there was no character at all that I could say a bad word about. Marley was just that, Marley, she was beauty blogger, she had a wicked sense of humour, said what was on her mind and could play pranks with the best of them. However, she had been pining over Porter for years, no man ever shaped up to the man on Porter’s pedestal no matter how hard she had tried to forget and now spending a whole week with him was going to be emotional torture.
Marley’s brother Paul was a total pansy, I can’t help it, he was… seriously, but it is this pansyness that created some of the most hysterical laughter. He must have been molly coddled as a child because seriously if I didn’t know he was a male I would have told him to grow some balls. You would think this would be irritating…but seriously it isn’t.
“I love you all, but I’m just one man; I can’t deal with a son who cries like Kim Kardashian and throw a wedding at the same time.”
Porter, his was amazing…seriously amazing…he knew what he had done four years ago would have hurt Marley, but even he didn’t realise how much and he soon realises he has a lot to make up for and a lot to prove. While he is keen to rekindle their friendship as he misses his friend, even he is not oblivious to the intense chemistry that is still sparking between them. While he feels he is just a farmer and does not deserve her, sometimes chemistry has a way of waking you up to smell the coffee.
“I’m thinking about how we live in two different worlds, but how I desperately want to be a part of yours.”
Dad, Bernie, he was blunt, he was honest, he over shared… A LOT, but he was the best Dad. While for him this trip was melancholy, he still joined in the high jinks and acted as a rather biased mediator and you knew you had him when a president popped into a conversation. He was fantastic.
“Nothing wrong with a bush,” Bernie cuts in. “Your mom used to have a really once one.”
In unison, Paul and Marley cover their ears and yell at their dad…
“Dad, don’t talk about Mom’s pubes! She’s passed; she can’t defend herself.”
“I will have you know, if she was here, she would whip it out for all to see; it’s not like you haven’t crawled around her crotch before. That’s where you came from.”
All I can say is read this book, have tissues to hand, because you will need them, you may need a Tena lady if you leak when you laugh, but most of all don’t read this in public places if a sudden guffaw and hysterical laughter will make people think you are a certified nutter. Most of all just enjoy it, Meghan Quinn may be crazy, but she is my kind of crazy. Fabulous book and one that I will re-read when I need a pick me up…and of course for ideas!
About the Author:
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if "It's Raining Men" starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing... enter her first novel, Caught Looking.Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
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