I must say I was slightly disappointed when I heard that Caitlin (yes: pronounce it CAT-lin) Moran would not be reading her own work here, like she did with her die-hard bestseller "How to be a Woman". Then I turned that f***er ON. Who is that? WHO?! Familiar, innocent but still knowing, growly, can say ridiculous things without breaking? Oh MY Ghawd! It's Louise Brealey! The delightfully winsome Doctor Molly of Sherlock fame! She's brilliant and warm and perfect.
Ms. Moran, as much as I love her, is a the very definition of polemic. Perhaps whacked out on something sugary, a carton of smokes, and something dodgy that makes her speak and think at the rate of a zillion miles an hour, I often have to lie down in a dark room blissfully high on new thoughts and giggles when I hear her. Then I go back and have to do it all again. Ask me how many times I have listened to my Audible copy of How to be a Woman! At least a dozen.
This is just as good and Moran has graciously handed over the reigns of her fictional work to a wonderfully chosen performer who delivers marvelously. Well done. I can't wait for the other two-thirds of the trilogy. Write on and godspeed, Ms. Moran.
Oi! Audible! How about adding Moranthology to the catalog? Why not?
The production and performance of this work is comic genius. The snorty-giggly-oh-co-workers-are-staring genius. This has kicked my from a deep self-pitying funk into perfect delight. I would kiss everyone involved in this recording just for the fact that my heart feels lighter. And I'm starting with you, Kathleen Turner.
I can't get past the quality of the reader who seems intent on making every young female character a squishy, saccharine ball of 12 year old enthusiasm. The male characters are worse.
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