Sophie McCartney's Mother Hens is an absolute riot of a read, a comedic gem that had me cackling from the start. From the get-go, this book grabs you by the funny bone and doesn't let go. Imagine the most cringe-inducing, second-hand embarrassment moments - yes, those ones where you want to hide behind a cushion - and McCartney has them in spades, making this book a wild ride of hilarity.
Our protagonist, Cara Carmichael, is a relatable mess of a character, whose life has been flipped upside down by a philandering husband. Her ensuing journey to Ibiza, pushed by her friends into a hen party while nursing a broken heart, is a masterclass in comedic chaos. You'll find yourself rooting for her, even as you snort with laughter at her misadventures.
McCartney's writing is a kaleidoscope of wit, vibrant characters, and a plot that zigs and zags like a drunken hen. It's so vivid and engaging, you'll half expect the characters to leap off the page and join you for a cuppa. The book's ending? Pure satisfaction, tied with a bow of laughter. It's one of those rare reads that leaves you with a grin plastered on your face, and a light heart. In short, Mother Hens is a rollicking good time, a book I'll be squawking about to anyone who'll listen. If laughter is the best medicine, then this book should be prescribed reading!