Shelly gets under his skin and her obstreperousness doesn’t stop him from falling for her as he comes to understand the reasons behind it and respect the person she is. Her habit of cutting people off at the knees perplexes and fascinates Beau. Shelly Sullivan, sister of Neanderthal Seeks Human’s Quinn, is irascible and difficult. Helpful, well-intentioned, and self-possessed, he does not know what to make of the extraordinarily prickly new mechanic in the family auto repair shop. One of Reid’s best efforts, Beard in Mind is a strong entry to the Winston Brothers series with its tortured heroine and the world’s most affable hero. Those issues are dealt with, mostly, in Beard in Mind and along the way, the reader gets to see couples from previous books, including Quinn and (my favourite) Janie.
The writing is always fine, and often much better than that, but she hits more rough patches than smooth and doesn’t always manage her plot complications well. I grinned, the rawness in me settling. Being around my brothers was a salve and a good reminder. We had all lived through dark times-sometimes together, sometimes separately-yet here we were, making toilet jokes on a Wednesday before 7:00 AM.Buying all of Penny Reid’s Winston Brothers and Knitting in the City books means that I have ridden the roller coaster of her uneven stories. We all turned our attention to our older brother, with Cletus speaking for us, “Let me guess, because toilets in this house actfunny?”īilly tilted his cup toward Cletus. “Exactly.”
“Y’all are a bunch of toilets,” Billy mumbled under his breath. “That would make it a shitty comedy,” I piped in, adding fuel to the conversation fire as I was prone to do, feeling more myself as I smiled. “No, Duane.” Cletus paired this with a suffering sigh. “Dark comedy?” My twin lifted his eyebrows.“Meaning poop?” “Cletus. That’s disgusting.”Sitting across from Cletus, Duane’s tone was reprimanding.įinally, Cletus tore his eyes from the paper. “What?” “I hope it’s a dark comedy,” he added, still not removing his attention from the newspaper. “Like what? You mean satire?” This question came from Cletus, not bothering to glance away from where he was reading at the table. He was still in his pajamas, his curly hair a mess.Nevertheless, I was surprised to see him up so early. “I cancelled. I have an errand to run.” Grabbing a coffee cup from the cabinet, I tossed a thumb over my shoulder. “The toilet is acting funny.” “What’s wrong?” Billy’s question had me looking up. My second-oldest brother was already dressed for work in his suit and tie. “And shouldn’t you be fishing with Hank?”
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