Oh my facial hair, Batman.
How delightful was this little book of chin curtains? *rhetorical question alert*
So, obviously, I
wasted dedicated entirely too much time and had way too much fun surfing through the plenitude of wicked awesome beard memes available on the interwebs.
Either that or I have an unnatural and slightly creepy interest in Abraham Lincoln…
But I digress.
Anystache, this is how you feel when reading Penny Reid:
You’re having So. Much. Fun .
(I mean just look at that guy Whip his Nae Nae.)
And you are getting in some good exercise.
Some brain exercise, that is.
And by this I don’t mean that my brain has to work harder to read a Reid book…but rather, I am reminded that my brain actually does work pretty damn well and that it really cancomprehend words bigger and more complicated than, “Oh yeah baby,” “harder,” and “p*ssy.”
Now with the same breath I used to explain that little nugget of brain efficiency, I will now also endeavor to contradict it completely.
Because the ONLY reason I didn’t give this book a full 5 stars is because I wanted a little more “Oh yeah baby,” “harder,” and “p*ssy” sprinkled in with my goatee flavored witticisms.
Beard with me.
I don’t always need some snap with my crackle…
Oh wait, yes I do.
Especially when the two main characters have as much chemistry as Jessica and her bearded hunk of man sexy.
But anyflavorsaver, aside from this book’s smarty pants ensemble, did I mention hilarious?
Like, people-giving-you-weird-looks-as-you-laugh-randomly-to-yourself-in-public hilarious.
But above the hilarity and even more than the jazzercise, is the writing itself.
Penny Reid is just an amazing writer.
I love her prose, her flow, and simply put, her style.
Everyone has certain writing styles that crank their tractor more than others.
And Penny Reid is my John Deere.
Can’t wait for book two!