Title: Bad Mommy
Author: Tarryn Fisher
Genre: Contemporary
Publication: December 24th, 2016
*Hangs head in shame* this has been sitting, glaring at me since I once clicked it in 2016 *Gasps* this year I'm going to read as many as my one click books as I can that are collecting dust on my ipad!!
BAD MOMMY: Is a standalone fucked up novel by Tarryn Fisher which can’t even be called a romance novel or such as really there was no romance to be had in this.
This is broken up into three segments/parts the first is Fig Coxbury’s POV <— Now this bitch here is cuckoo, like certifiable straight jacket kind of cray cray.
Then the second part of the story is the hubby’s POV and seriously I think he’s pretty much up there with Fig, I didn’t connect with him one iota.
Last but not least we reach Jolene’s POV <— The only bad thing you can really say about her is that she was so self absorbed that she never paid attention to what was going on around her.
(Big mistake)
(Big mistake)
So the gist of the story runs like this, Fig Coxbury has an odd fascination with a little girl and her bad mommy and her good looking husband on West Barrett Street to the point where she’s become fixated on them, so when she sees that the house next door to this happy family is up for sale she jumps at the chance to purchase it, she wants their life, the child, the bad mommy and the husband, in her eyes that should’ve been her life.
“I watched people, and then I wanted what they wanted. Does that make sense?”
But to understand this you need to go back to where it all began, Fig had miscarried her child a few years ago so one day whilst at the park she sees Jolene Avery and her daughter Mercy and from that day onwards she became certifiably obsessed by them, but why these two you ask? Well and this is where it goes beyond crazy tunes she is convinced without a shadow of a doubt that the wee girl is the reincarnated lost soul of the baby she’d miscarried, see what I mean bt shit looney bin cray cray..
We all have that one person that we follow/stalk/ like/want the things she has, copy/buy what she's brought but Fig took that bitch to the next level, you have to read this to understand to what extent Fig went to.
This was all kinds of crazy, you know that feeling where you question “what the hell am I reading?” that was a typical question throughout, but like a train wreck that you can’t stop looking at you keep on reading to see how it’s all going to end and that there is where all the fuckery that happened in this novel spins your mind on its axle.
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.
I would like to write a novel that every, single person loves, but not even J.K. Rowling could do that. Instead, I try to write stories that pull on people's emotions. I believe that sadness is the most powerful emotion, and swirled with regret the two become a dominating force. I love villains. Three of my favorites are Mother Gothel, Gaston and the Evil Queen who all suffered from a pretty wicked case of vanity (like me). I like to make these personality types the center of my stories.
I love rain, Coke, Starbucks and sarcasm. I hate bad adjectives and the word "smolder". If you read my book-I love you. If you hate my book-I still love you, but please don't be mean to me; I'm half badass, half cry baby.
I love rain, Coke, Starbucks and sarcasm. I hate bad adjectives and the word "smolder". If you read my book-I love you. If you hate my book-I still love you, but please don't be mean to me; I'm half badass, half cry baby.
