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Cockatiels at Seven (Meg Langslow, #9)
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Real Rating: 3.5* of five
2009 review I found on my ancient desktop's hard drive
These really are cocktail peanut books, in the best sense of the word. They're compulsively readable. They have a pleasant taste and satisfying texture. They will make you fat if you consume too many of them because you'll never rear up off your sitzfleisch long enough to do more than walk the dog. And you'll chuckle while you're doing it.
Meg's insane family has nothing on the insanity of her friends, such as the mother who drops her toddler on Meg and her newly minted husband Michael because she's fleeing the criminals and lawmen who are after her not-quite-ex-husband; the neighboring sheep farmer whose obsessive belief that everyone is out to steal his sheep leads him to hide in his own shrubbery to keep watch on them, forgetting that he's completely visible from the main road; and her new bestest buddy, the absentee mom's co-worker at Caerphilly College's financial aid department, whose eagerness to latch onto Meg shows she's a rare good judge of where the action is.
Of course, all the usual suspects are making Meg crazy as well: Her daft father and newly discovered grandfather are hiding six-foot snakes in her new hot tub (there goes the sexy evening of soaking cares away with the aforementioned new husband), her brother the millionaire has abandoned his furnished apartment for her third-floor bedrooms (but failed to mention it to her), her mother and her loopy New Age cousin are shopping shopping shopping for new decor for her house, and so just *can't* babysit the toddler; and he's proven to be such a handful that Meg's seriously questioning her never-very-strong desire to be a mother. Someday. Maybe never. Especially now.
It's not urgently necessary to read these books in order. I'd suggest starting out with Murder with Peacocks to get some of the background, and certainly would not have a newbie skip past Revenge of the Wrought-Iron Flamingos before tackling the rest of the series. But...and here's the big point...there is too much fun to be had for me to go all OCD and strenuously urge you to follow the chronology. You're big people now, you can figure it out, and Andrews gives very good fill-ins for all crucial relationships.
Read. Enjoy.
2009 review I found on my ancient desktop's hard drive
These really are cocktail peanut books, in the best sense of the word. They're compulsively readable. They have a pleasant taste and satisfying texture. They will make you fat if you consume too many of them because you'll never rear up off your sitzfleisch long enough to do more than walk the dog. And you'll chuckle while you're doing it.
Meg's insane family has nothing on the insanity of her friends, such as the mother who drops her toddler on Meg and her newly minted husband Michael because she's fleeing the criminals and lawmen who are after her not-quite-ex-husband; the neighboring sheep farmer whose obsessive belief that everyone is out to steal his sheep leads him to hide in his own shrubbery to keep watch on them, forgetting that he's completely visible from the main road; and her new bestest buddy, the absentee mom's co-worker at Caerphilly College's financial aid department, whose eagerness to latch onto Meg shows she's a rare good judge of where the action is.
Of course, all the usual suspects are making Meg crazy as well: Her daft father and newly discovered grandfather are hiding six-foot snakes in her new hot tub (there goes the sexy evening of soaking cares away with the aforementioned new husband), her brother the millionaire has abandoned his furnished apartment for her third-floor bedrooms (but failed to mention it to her), her mother and her loopy New Age cousin are shopping shopping shopping for new decor for her house, and so just *can't* babysit the toddler; and he's proven to be such a handful that Meg's seriously questioning her never-very-strong desire to be a mother. Someday. Maybe never. Especially now.
It's not urgently necessary to read these books in order. I'd suggest starting out with Murder with Peacocks to get some of the background, and certainly would not have a newbie skip past Revenge of the Wrought-Iron Flamingos before tackling the rest of the series. But...and here's the big point...there is too much fun to be had for me to go all OCD and strenuously urge you to follow the chronology. You're big people now, you can figure it out, and Andrews gives very good fill-ins for all crucial relationships.
Read. Enjoy.
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