Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: January 12, 2016
Format: eBook, 273 pages
How I got it: I bought it!
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Never in a million years would I have pictured myself as an axe-wielding, dragon lady, chopping up multi-colored flannel shirts into my very own plaid mulch. But here I am, chopping away my frustrations.
It all started when my brother, Paul, convinced me to go on one last family road trip across the Mother Road with him and my dad.. Just like old times, right? Wrong. What Paul fails to mention is his best man, Porter, will be joining us, who just so happens to be my childhood crush and the man who broke my heart four years ago.
What is supposed to be a fun, family bonding experience across Route 66 turns into a war of pranks, awkward moments and bathrooms full of dirty flannel shirts and day old beard clippings. Paul’s know-it-all attitude and Porter’s devilish charm brings me to the brink of my sanity on my seven day trek across the United States with three bearded men in a small 1980’s RV.
I won’t lie, The Mother Road first caught my eye months ago because of that cover. I love it. At the time, I dismissed it because I hadn’t read any of Meghan’s books. Since then, however, I’ve devoured her Stroked series and fallen in love with her writing, so I went back to my wish list and bought it a few weeks ago. I only recently made the time to read it and – I’m not gonna lie – it was one of the funniest books I’ve ever read. I was literally crying from my laughter – and well, some feels later on – but mostly from laughing. I wish I hadn’t waited so long to pick this one up – or to discover how awesome Meghan’s writing is – but I’m glad I know now.
So, The Mother Road. Holy crap. It pulled me in from the very first page. I liked Marley immediately. The prologue had me dying to know what had caused her to “let out her nuclear Satan.” The first chapter made her seem like a pretty level-headed lady, so I couldn’t wait to find out why she’d totally flipped out later. It didn’t take long after meeting her dad, brother and his best friend, Porter, to realize that, while she loved them, they definitely had the power to drive her over the edge. But you know what? I adored them as much as I did her. Her dad was insightful and unintentionally funny in that way dads are. I loved his propensity to use president names as swear words. I loved how he picked on all the kids. Her brother, Paul, was a bit of a douche, but I liked him anyhow. I laughed at him as often as I rolled my eyes. But Porter? Porter was the real gold in the trio. I was swooning over him from the start. Yes, he picked on Marley — and they had a bit of a past, but he was a good guy with a great heart. He cared deeply for all the McMann clan, but especially for Marley. It was obvious in each one of his chapters.
I loved every single thing about this book. Not only was it laugh out loud funny (and gross, sometimes), but it had SO MUCH HEART. This epic road trip wouldn’t have happened this way had Marley’s mom not passed away and it’s safe to say that Marley and Porter might not’ve gotten together without a little bit of help from her, too. It was sad that she wasn’t with the clan as they wrapped up their goal of eating a hot dog in every state, but they honored her memory along the way. In between the toilet humor and the fighting banter and the neon shirts and old mix tapes, The Mother Road packed an emotional punch. There were more than a few moments that had my eyes welling up with tears, but they weren’t overwhelming. It didn’t take long for the humor to take back over again.
Basically, Meghan can do no wrong in my mind. The Mother Road was exactly the book I needed when I read it. It was hilarious, sexy and heartwarming – it had great romance (second chance/brother’s best friend, FTW) and family moments – it was the total package. I have no doubt I’ll reread this one many times in the future. I would pretty much give anything to have it available on audiobook, so I’m crossing my fingers that’ll happen sometime. 🙂
There comes a time in a girl’s life when she has to reach deep down into her soul, clear the pathways of her inner goddess and let out her nuclear Satan. You know what I’m talking about.
You lose it. Your eyelids flip inside out, fire shoots out of your vagina, and your toenails grow to exponential pterodactyl lengths.
I’m a born and raised country girl who turned into an eyelash curler wielding fashionista. That being said, I need a man who is rough around the edges, has a license to grow a beard, and doesn’t ask me to go in on a monthly tanning package with him.
If my vagina could cough, it would cough up a cobweb and a note that read: “Just pick a dick and get on with it. A girl needs her salami every once in a while.”
You always feel so much better about yourself when your friend gets angry with you rather than trying to solve the problem. Sometimes, you just need to bitch.
Marley McMann is made for me, our souls are entwined, it’s a shame our paths are going in two different directions.
“Guy talk doesn’t mean you have to be disrespectful to women. It will do you both some good to remember that. Women weren’t put on this earth to please us nor serve us. Women were formed to be companions, partners in crime, and compasses to guide us through right and wrong. They are here to be our rock, our best friend and the one person we turn to in good times and bad.”
“Life isn’t worth living if you never put your heart on the line, if you don’t try new things. Pain can be short-lived, ‘could have beens’ will live with you forever. Don’t live your life in a bowl full of regrets, Porter, because you’re scared of the unknown.”
Have you read The Mother Road?
If not, do you think you will?
Do YOU have a favorite literally laugh out loud funny book? (Bonus points if there’s romance, too!)