I just finished a book lent to me by Loyal Reader Mom – A Reliable Wife by Rovert Goolrick. It was, um, kinda smutty actually. It’s been no easy task to review books without giving the story away, since I think even the backs of books give away too much. But if we were going to have a conversation about this book, here is how it would go.
You: Give me the 90 second outline of the story – I probably won’t read it anyway.
Bookworm: (Does so.)
You: Wow, what an interesting a suspenseful tale you have spun, Bookworm / Robert Goolrick. Tell me more about it for say, another 90 seconds.
Bookworm: Ok. (Proceeds to describe dramatic sexual fantasies of a repressed soul as well as from one or more prostitutes.)
You: Oh wow. This conversation is now a bit uncomfortable.
So, all in all it was a great story line, but written in a pretty weird way. I played the squeaky clean version of a Reliable Wife in my home this week and did my husband’s laundry for the first time ever. And by do his laundry, I mean that I washed and folded one load, and a second load has been sitting in the dryer for two days. I am who I am.
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| Photo reference is of laundry, not sex scene. Looks like you lose on this one, reader! |
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