The Shelby was parked way too close, but as long as I eased my door open there was enough room to get out. As satisfying as it would have been to bang my car door into his, I had to rise about such pettiness for the sake of the Shelby. A work of art is a work of art, no matter how big of an idiot the owner is. I lightly ran my fingertips over it’s smooth paint. Torturing myself further, I peeked inside the open passenger window at the red leather interior. Perfect. Damn it.
On the pristine leather of the passenger seat, next to an empty fifth of Jack Daniels and a couple baggies filled with suspicious-looking herbs, I saw a black duffle bag. Inside the unzipped bag I could see money: stacks and stacks of money. Not Monopoly money. Real, U.S. legal tender. Stupid drug dealing bottom-feeder, how do you end up with a Ford Shelby and a bag of cash while I’m looking for change under the floor mats of a Ford Escort?
This book is a humorous look at life over forty for almost every woman. Sadly, I can relate. Ok, maybe not the stealing of money, but the attributes associated with growing older.
Mary Minke is a 40+ mom of two grown daughters and a wife to a cop husband. Nick loves Mary which is evident in their banter back-and-forth with each other. However, Mary has other issues to deal with. Big, big issues. Like, about 60, 000 issues.
Mary is late for work as usual, her work shirt wrinkled and hanging out the window of her car to dry. Her laundry facilities at home are a little worse for wear as the washer konked out before the load was finished.
She’s scrounging around in her car, looking under the seats and under the floor mats for spare change so she can get a cup of coffee from the vending machine. But, that’s when she sees the car beside her, and the big, ole bag-o-cash. She takes the money and puts it in the trunk of her car, sight unseen. The perfect crime.
Mary races home to hide her money before her husband (the cop) comes home. She knew the guy that owned the car and knows him to be a drug addict/dealer so she doesn’t feel so bad about stealing the money. And since she didn’t get caught, she figures that all’s good. She buys a new washer and dryer (well, she needed them) and she buys a very expensive pair of shoes (well, she
needed wanted them), justifying everything to her husband by telling him that she got them on sale and that the washer and dryer were needed.
But, money isn’t her only problem. Her oldest daughter, Allison, has always been the levelheaded one…but now she’s running off to be with her boyfriend who’s in a band instead of going to school. Now Allison won’t talk to her because she feels Mary is meddling where her nose doesn’t belong.
And, not just that, but now a close friend of hers is going to be moving away, and then the impending mid-life crisis of being 40+…it’s just not a good time for Mary. Well, that is until her and her other friend, Caryn, go away for a girls weekend to New York where shopping sprees are a must. Designer shoes, designer clothes…fancy foods, fancy hotels and expensive champagnes abound.
She spends money left, right and center. Will she get caught? What will happen if Nick finds out? How will she explain it to him? To her daughters? And, what about the “owner” of the money? Uh oh…that could be bad if he ever found out.
This book might not be for everyone. As I said, women over forty are going to relate to the emotions that Mary goes through, especially with her daughters. Being over forty, you will be able to relate to the way she feels about her body and work and the way she feels about “rewarding” herself for time served. Younger people might not understand that since they think everything is all-about-me.
This book will make you snicker (and maybe snort) and chuckle as you find yourself relating to Mary.
One thing I have to mention is in chapter 28, there is one whole paragraph that is repeated near the beginning of the chapter. Just wanted to point that out.
I rate this book with 4 stars!