You guys!!! But it! Read it! Love it! Check out my review of The Mother Road by Meghan Quinn!
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.
Oh, you guys!!! I took a chance on this book after reading the synopsis and then seeing the fab cover, and it certainly paid off!! The Mother Road was a laugh a minute! Marley’s no-holds-barred attitude to life and love had me laughing from page one and unable to put the book down.
It was so easy to form a bond with Marley because of how real she came across. I didn’t even need to try, it was instantaneous. She was just fantastic! I loved being in her head.
I also loved Porter’s POV. (Our first introduction to his character was hilarious!!!!) He was definitely swoon-worthy, book boyfriend material, and I loved seeing his relationship with Marley and her family. He was the perfect fit.
The Mother Road really was just such a fantastic read, and I can’t wait to see what Meghan Quinn gives us next. She definitely has a new reader in me.
*ARC recieved in exchange for an honest review*
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!