Known as “Picky Molly Hacker” to meddling friends and family, she refuses to let anyone dictate her life. So what if she can’t seem to find “the one?” Still, she aims to prove to them that she can find someone all on her own. In fact, she found four.
Molly is brazen, witty, smart, and not afraid to say something. She’d rather write obituatiers for the newspaper than cover weddings. Me too!
Her story is a rollercoaster of lover’s lane—from prospective loves to past loves. Readers will enjoy Molly’s analytical shenanigans. It’s amazing how many men she juggles in this hilarious tale. Who will she choose in the end? Alan is an annoying schizo who could be a pawn by the she-devil; Tony is a past crush that recently got divorced and could be on the rebound; Cody could just be a R&R player; and Max just seems to be this perfect specimen that landed right smack-dab in the middle of this triangle. And then there's Leo, a ghostly love from the past that still haunts her to this very day.
“I believed that I had all my demons neatly lined up like laundry, each one held up by a clothes pin, basking on a line in the afternoon sun. And now [the] windstorm had blown everything off the line, across splintered fences and into the neighbors’ yards, where everything I thought I knew lay twisted and unrecognizable on soiled grass.” (64) Loved this analogy!
Funny and relatable! I love her fast-talking, biting wit. It’s like listening to Billy Crystal. She’s kooky, quirky, and cute.
My rating: 4 stars