Thank You for Riding by Meg Maguire
The month-long Strangers on a Train extravaganza continutes! Welcomt to week five of five. For my reviews of Ticket Home (Serena Bell), Tight Quarters (Samantha Hunter), Big Boy (Ruthie Knox) and Back on Track (Donna Cummings), click on the links. This week, I’m reviewing Thank you for Riding by Meg Maguire. Don’t forget to leave a comment below to enter Meg’s giveaway!
I struggled over the star rating for this one. I was torn between 4 or 5. I think I finally decided on 4.5 stars.
What I loved: Caitlin’s inner dialog was hilarious. I so got her and loved her. She would totally amp her self up for things in her own head, and then Meg Maguire would totally shut her down with something unexpected (like a dumping by her boyfriend near a half-dead ficus and a laser printer when she expected to get him so hot with her slinky, sparkly outfit that he’d hump her in the broom closet at the company non demoninational holiday party).
I also loved Mark. He is the perfect romance hero. Like perfect.
What I wanted to be a little different: I wanted Mark to have a flaw that Caitlin could help him overcome. I wanted the story to be longer and have some romantic tension other than Caitlin’s guilt over flirting with Mark at the blood bank while she’s still with office-boyfriend guy.
That said, the story was so cute and fun, and I seriously couldn’t put it down. Yes it was light on tension, but it also thoroughly entertained me. So, it gets a high rating even though there wasn’t a ton of ups and downs and twists and turns plot-wise. Once Caitlin is dumped, things with Mark (the the blood bank guy) go swimmingly. And it’s hot and fun to read.
And because Meg Maguire set up Caitlin having unrealistic, over-the-top-cute expectations romance-wise, when she started her patented, adorably-optimistic inner dialog over Mark, I thought, oh no, something’s going to go horribly wrong. But then it doesn’t, not relationshipwise, anyway. It’s smooth sailing, if you don’t count the annoyance factor of getting locked in the subway in the middle of a freezing night, which I don’t because that actually led to some pretty sweet coat-sharing and kissing action. But that in itself was a surprise. I thought for sure Meg was setting me up for some twist or something going horribly wrong for Caitlin, and when it didn’t, I was like, nicely done, Meg, I am surprised and entertained, and I love you for making me smile with your peppy, adorable writing.
I get the sense that Caitlin’s head was her own worst enemy in this piece, and Caitlin conquered…herself by ignoring the inner voice of caution and following her heart with Mark. Overall, I loved Thank You for Riding and highly recommend it.
***Giveaway***
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Here are a few of my favorite quotes. I decided to limit them to Caitlin’s inner dialog since those lines were so funny they tended to steal the show:
Ask me out, she beamed to Mark.
Yeah right, dum-dum. You told him you just got dumped. If he’s smardt, he’ll run screaming, and if he’s a creep, he’ll think you’re all vulnerable and easy.
Who cares? He’s hot. Maybe I am easy.–Kindle Location 406.
Here, let me help you with that… How do you like your eggs? Call in sick to work and have sex with you all day? Oh, Mark, I really mustn’t. But I will. Paint my front hall in nothing but your mangy work jeans, you say? Excuse me while I orgasm.–Kindle Location 421.
A strange man you basically just met is kissing you in one of the shadier corners of the MBTA. You really ought not to get turned on right about now. He could be some kind of homeless vampire smack-fiend pervert.
F*** you, intuition. You should have warned me about Kevin dumping me when I was ordering that stupid martini shaker or mentally booking a room in the Berkshires.–Kindle Location 709.
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