Another five shining bright stars for Molly Harper, who can entertain, humor, tell a wickedly delicious story, and actually have real depth with her plots. If you haven't gotten on the Harper bandwagon yet, my only question is: WHY NOT?
And One Last Thing . . . had me in stitches, nearly crying, and nodding my head at how spot on this story is. After being in love with Harper's paranormal books, this was a different change of pace. However, Harper keeps up the witty remarks, fun characters, and over-all sense of feeling as if everything is happening to you. Only if I was that funny. I think what really made me love this book in particular was the fact I'd gone through a divorce myself, and if I had it to do all over again, I would have sent out a hilarious and not-the-least-bit contrite newsletter to all our friends/family.
As far as the narration, Amanda Ronconi is quickly becoming one of my favorite narrators. It's Ronconi's voice and characterization that gives all of Harper's books that little extra bump. She has such a finesse with brining books alive that I don't know if reading Harper's books will ever be the same without Ronconi's voice.
Keep on writing, Molly, for I am forever your loyal book-reading servant. Same goes for Amanda, because I'll buy just about any book she narrates!
Summary from Goodreads:
"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? View all my reviews