“Stella had shaved her legs…and not just the calves and knees, but her thighs too, an extra effort she hadn’t made in ages. Yesterday she’d suffered the indignity of a bikini wax down at Hair Lines, which entailed not just memorable pain but also Pearl, the aesthetician, whistling through her teeth and remarking, “Guess it’s been a while since you got the lawnmower out of the shed, ain’t it, Stella?”
Stella Hardesty is a man-slayer. In a good way. Avenger of the innocent, Stella is Missouri’s secret vigilante, preying upon abusive, evil men with unconventional, but highly effective methods. When good men go bad, or bad men go too far, Stella is summoned, discreetly, through the underground network of avenged females, to ‘take care of the situation’. Flying under the radar of the law proves difficult, however, when one’s crush also happens to be the sexy, tall drink of water, Sheriff Goat.
In A Bad Day for Pretty, Stella and former client turned partner, Chrissy, are recovering from a shoot ’em out with the Mob. But, if Stella thinks she might be able to enjoy some leisure time seducing Goat and playing Auntie to Chrissy’s adorable toddler, she’s got another thing coming. Goat’s ex-wife, the tawdry, flashy Brandy, is back in town, and Brandy means to start and stir up a whole heap of trouble. When a body turns up under the local concession stand, owned by Neb, Stella’s only converted success story, it’s apparent a painful waxing is going to be the least of her concerns.
A Bad Day for Pretty, by Sophie Littlefield, is witty, gritty, hilarious, fast-paced and intelligent. Not my typical genre of book, I settled in with low expectations and found [amazonify]0312559755[/amazonify]myself pouring through the pages, laughing out loud, surprised and impressed with Sophie’s ability to blend good old fashioned folk and morals with modern mayhem and ingenuity.
A Bad Day for Pretty may be a quick read, but not for lack of substance. It’s a page turner in a way I can’t even put in to words. Andy Griffith meets Sex in the City is really the only way I can describe Sophie’s ability to bring down home hospitality and Brazilian bikini waxes together so seamlessly it just seems natural.
I loathe to label this a ‘beach read’ because while it’s just that, it’s so much more. Suffice it to say, it’s a definite ‘pick me up’ in every way. Sophie Littlefield has mad word skill and I’ll be watching her. I think there’s potential in her for a blow your mind novel in that head of hers, and I want to be the first to read it.
Claudia lives on Cape Cod with her husband and two children. She entertains her passion for reading in between being a full-time Mom, aspiring writer, avid photographer & volunteer for Missie’s Closet, an emergency food & necessities pantry for the low-income in her area.
This book was provided free of any obligation by Minotaur Books. No monetary or any other form of compensation was received.