He puts the “screw” in screwball comedy…
At thirty-four, I’m reeling from a divorce. I don’t want to party or try to move on. I just want to stay home and post a new recipe on my blog: Brynn’s Dips and Balls.
But my friends aren’t having it. Get out there again, they say. It will be fun, they say. I’m still taking a hard pass.
Free designer cocktails, they say. And that’s a game-changer.
Too bad my ex shows up with his new arm candy. That’s when I lose my mind. But when my besties dare me to leap on the first single man I see, they don’t expect me to actually go through with it.
All I need right now is some peace and quiet while my home renovation TV show is on hiatus. But when a curvy woman in a red wrap dress charges me like she’s a gymnast about to mount my high bar, all I can do is brace myself and catch her. What follows is the hottest experience of my adult life.
I want a repeat, but my flying Cinderella disappears immediately afterward. She doesn’t leave a glass slipper, either—just a pair of panties with chocolate bunnies printed on them.
But I will find her.
This book just wasn’t for me.
This whole book was over the top and just plain weird. The humor felt forced. The characters were just a bit ridiculous. The hero talks to his penis? The heroine and her friends were a hot mess.
Basically, Man Hands follows Brynn, a 34-year-old woman who just got divorced. She goes out with her friends one night and decides to get back in saddle by kissing the first man she lays eyes on (I don’t suggest this tactic). She has sex with this mystery man, and like a Cinderella story, leaves something behind which the hero is able to use to find her. She doesn’t leave her shoe though, she leaves her underwear.
I do understand that its core, this book is a rom-com. Which means an unrealistic plot, humor, and interesting characters. I can forgive unoriginal plots. I mean, as long as the characters are great, who cares, right? But if the characters are ridiculous, and the humor is kind of juvenile? Not my cup of tea.
The humor was so inflated, and over the top. I could barely keep my eyes from rolling. The characters were just weird. The hero talks to his dick like it’s his friend. And his dick replys??? Brynn and her friends read like preteens and not 30-year-old adults.
I know I haven’t really said anything positive about this book, but I don’t think it was necessarily bad. It just wasn’t for me. You need to be in a certain mood and have a particular sense of humor to enjoy it.
This was just a miss for me.