3.5 StarsSo we have Viv the wild looking tattooed pierced computer genius who's spunky but turns out to be sweet and kind also. We have Clark who's a cute librarian/historian complete with elbow patches but has a great body. But we also have Hank, the dewy hunk of meat cowboy that Viv lusts after.It's a fun story of how she doesn't realize until close to the end that the love of her life is actually been the one right in front of her (not the hunky but dense cowboys). My only complaint is that it lacked the connection that I've come to look forward to from AC's books. It took until the very end for them to be together and then it was quick quick quick. Still has the humor and the fun that is prevalent in her books just lacked some steam. Je toto možné?Anotácia úplne ako paperbackové vydanie lovestories čo som si kupovala cestou na autobus v stánku.Ak by som od Alice nečítala už tie knižky predtým, tak toto asi ani do ruky nechytím, odložím na niekedy neskôr, až nič iné lepšie nebude...Ale nenechala som sa odradiť, knižku som do ruky chytila a zlupla na jeden šup :DTakže je to ako lovestorieska zo stánku? Čiastočne áno. Ale oblečená do sexi oblečku roku 2014.Keď sa na mňa odteraz obráti kamoška, že chce čítať niečo romantické ale vtipné tak určite rada odporučím túto chuťovku.PS: Nechápem tú obálku, vôbec sa mi k príbehu nehodí.Malá ukážka :)Unfortunately, what started out as a simple look at a picture turned into a war of words. The word being . . . balustrade. Or as I liked to call it, that row of spindly things.“You don’t understand, you can’t just go changing things willy-nilly! Not in a house of this stature, with this much significant history!”“Let me tell you exactly what you can do with your stature—and did you really just say willy-nilly?”We were standing on either side of the dining room table with the picture in front of us, Jessica and the creepy dolls bearing witness to the most ridiculous fight ever.“It is willy-nilly when you talk about getting rid of things like a balustrade from this era. Do you have any idea how much craftsmanship went into this entire staircase? The balustrade alone is worth—”“What the hell is a balus— Whatever you called it?”“A balustrade, Vivian, is the row of individually carved spindles and the bannister they’re connected to. Which you want to casually throw out like a load of kindling—”“I did not say I wanted to throw it out; just that it needed some work so that I don’t go tumbling down ass first some night when I’m throwing out buckets of rainwater pouring through the sieve masquerading as a roof! All I suggested was that perhaps replacing the old pieces with something newer might make things a bit more safe and—”“You can’t replace a balustrade like that! They literally don’t make them like they used to. You think you can just waltz into a Home Depot and pick up a balustrade that—”“If you say balustrade one more time, I will slap you right in your very own balustrade!”“That doesn’t even make sense! Vivian, what can I say to make you understand how important these things are?”“You can start by calling me Viv, dammit. My name is Viv!” I shrieked, slamming my fist down on the table and making the dolls bounce.“Can I just interject something here?” Jessica asked.I leaned over the table across from Clark, seething mad. And for a man in a tweed jacket, he could get worked up. He was breathing hard, his top button had come undone, and his tie was askew.I was breathing hard myself. Fucking baluhoozie.“How about we just dial it down a bit?” she asked.“I don’t need to dial anything down. He’s the one who came into my house, trying to tell me what I can and can’t do with it—”“It’s your house, but it’s on my register, Vivian. And I have a responsibility to this town to uphold the—”“Oh, uphold this!” I snapped, my flipped bird ending the conversation with real dignity.Silence. Except for all the heavy breathing.“Impossible woman,” he muttered, straightening his tie and picking up the picture that had brought him here in the first place.“Impossible woman,” I mimicked in a tone I hadn’t used since third grade. I accompanied it with a face I also hadn’t made since the third grade. Honestly.Clark started gathering his things together, stacking them neatly and replacing them into his briefcase. “I can see that reason won’t work here. Since you’re new in town I wanted to be as neighborly as I could, but now? Here’s what’s going to happen.”He pointed his finger at me. “You can’t change a thing in this house without going through me. Go ahead and check with Mr. Montgomery, he’ll tell you the same thing. Not one thing, Vivian.”And with that, he left.
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Loved it !!! Waiting for the next installment in this series !!! C'mon Alice !!!!
—Kim
Something about hot librarians. They get you every single time.
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