The Lonely Hearts Book Club

by Lucy Gilmore

But the only thing I’d been able to glean from the book was mothers were one hell of a gift in this world, and we all just fucking wasted them.

totally different story—one that ended with my mom picking me up early, taking me to three different McDonald’s until we found one with a working ice cream machine, and eating my sorrows together until we were practically floating along on a cloud of McFlurries.

perfect