My sabbatical is complete. I have read my last and final book by Tarryn Fisher. It is now a sad world that I inhabit because there is nothing new of hers to be read by me. Every chapter, every page and every word have been experienced. Each different, each teaching me something I didn’t know I needed to learn. Each beautiful and crazy and terrifying and ultimately, raw. Yeah, that’s the word. If I had to choose one word to describe Tarryn Fisher’s books it would be raw, and Bad Mommy is no exception.
When Fig Coxbury buys a house on West Barrett Street, it’s not because she likes the neighborhood, or even because she likes the house. It’s because everything she desires is next door: The husband, the child, and the life that belongs to someone else.
You guys remember Marrow, right? How I picked it for my book club to read which made them all run for the hills and they might be kind of frightened of me now? Let me tell you something, Marrow is NOTHING compared to Bad Mommy. I would much rather have a bunch of Margo’s running around getting vengeance on all of the evil people in the world than even a single Fig who’s sole purpose in life is to ruin someone else’s. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
It begs the question though, did Fig really ruin Jolene’s life? Or did she actually save it? Because honestly, Jolene’s life was looking pretty dang good until Fig opened up the box of worms and crawling out came all of these secrets and lies… Okay, Tarryn. I see you.
Bad Mommy did not disappoint whatsoever. I loved it. It’s crazy, it’s creepy, it’s authentic. It’s a real roller coaster of a read in the sense that there are lots of twists and turns, so it ends up jerking you around a lot. You essentially come out unharmed. Physically, at least.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. No one writes like Tarryn does. No one. I’m running out of adjectives to describe her writing because I’ve gushed about her since day one, but it’s all still true none the less. If you haven’t picked up a Tarryn book yet, this might be a good place to start. You’ll see how she uses her psychology background in her craft, along with her contemporary prose and completely unapologetic way of story-telling. She is, what she is, what she is. And we all know I love who she is, but let’s find out if you do. I dare you. Read Bad Mommy. Can you handle the dark side?
Do yourself a favor. Check out Tarryn’s website HERE. Fall in love with her. I know you will.
Then, head on over HERE and get yourself a copy of Bad Mommy.
After that, we can talk. Xoxo
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