"If Singletree’s only florist didn’t deliver her posies half-drunk, I might still be married to that floor-licking, scum-sucking, receptionist-nailing hack-accountant, Mike Terwilliger."
Lacey Terwilliger’s shock and humiliation over her husband’s philandering prompt her to add some bonus material to Mike’s company newsletter: stunning Technicolor descriptions of the special brand of "administrative support" his receptionist gives him. The detailed mass e-mail to Mike’s family, friends, and clients blows up in her face, and before one can say "instant urban legend," Lacey has become the pariah of her small Kentucky town, a media punch line, and the defendant in Mike’s defamation lawsuit.
Her seemingly perfect life up in flames, Lacey retreats to her family’s lakeside cabin, only to encounter an aggravating neighbor named Monroe. A hunky crime novelist with a low tolerance for drama, Monroe is not thrilled about a newly divorced woman moving in next door. But with time, beer, and a screen door to the nose, a cautious friendship develops into something infinitely more satisfying.
Lacey has to make a decision about her long-term living arrangements, though. Should she take a job writing caustic divorce newsletters for paying clients, or move on with her own life, pursuing more literary aspirations? Can she find happiness with a man who tells her what he thinks and not what she wants to hear? And will she ever be able to resist saying one . . . last . . . thing?
I don't believe I have ever laughed so hard while reading a book. I loved every single character in this book. Lacey's reaction to learning of her husband's infidelity, although truly tragic and genuine, had me nearly in tears; and that was BEFORE she wrote the newsletter.
The story is written first person, by Lacey, the jilted wife. The love interest is Monroe. Like Cher. Why does she only call him by his last name? THAT conversation seriously questioned my self-proclaimed "Iron Bladder" title. The dialogue is brilliant and snarky. I love snarky. I love sarcasm. I love speaking your mind without bothering to filter. I love Emmett, Lacey's gay brother. I love that relationship they have. I love that Beebee has no eyebrows except for the ones she draws on and they are asymmetrical. I love that I can open the book to any page and find something that tickles me completely stupid.
This is not a clean read and it is not without crass language. However, I did not feel the story was an excuse to write a steamy sex scene or use a dirty word. The crass talk and/or possible sex scenes actually added to the story. I have NEVER said that about a book.
I really want Molly Harper to be my friend.
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*In case the Federal Trade Commission asks, nobody paid me to write this review nor has anybody offered me any money to publicly humiliate cheating husbands. I was, however, provided a copy of this book for an honest review.