HALF MOON HOLLER - by Taryn Bradley
Here it is, the blog inspired by the book full of quotable moments!
Nathan is a tattooed, biker, mechanic back woodsman who seems strangely metrosexual for a hillbilly. He's up there on all the exclusive designers (thanks to an interest in leather work and a hairdresser with lots of magazines); I love that he recognises designs on
sight, I couldn't distinguish Target from Kmart and yet he can pick a Prada from a Gucci from and Donna Karan.
"I'm a sort of an amateur style watcher, you might say." ...."Sugar, I've told you time and time again. You can study those magazines.....but for God sake quit tellin' people about it. Straight men in the backwoods of Alabama don't know designer labels."
Cassandra is a Prada Princess, a look down her nose, used to the finer things in life girl who's car trouble and life trouble and a wrong turn off the highway lands her in Nathan's life and out of her comfort zone. But with each first encounter an entire town is won over by Cass and a heart is taken over.
"Nathan? Can I ask you what happened last night?"......."Cassie, I just put you in bed and took your boots off...that's all," "oh...." "Was everything not ok this morning when you woke up?" "I don't know what to think, actually. I woke up in a pair of shorts and I don't think they're mine." ....."Sweetheart, those shorts are what's left of the Gucci jeans you were wearing. You had a moment of madness with Bubba's knife in the lady's room of Moonie's Tarvern" "CONGRATULATIONS, you are the reigning Miss Daisy Duke."......."OH, THANK GOODNESS, MAYBE THAT EXPLAINS THE $500 IN MY BRA."
Rita Mae's is a good old down home small town cafe, where everything that can happen does and Rita Mae feeds the souls and stomachs of her town with comfort food and comforting smiles.
"Good god woman, grab the cookies first! Don't take a chance!"
A story of how people cope with those little hardships within their own house; sippy cups.
"...If there was only a little left in the bottom of the glass he'd drink it. He'd folow people around waiting for them to put their drink down. I'd find him hung over the day after parties.....Sometimes I'd find him passed out on the kitchen floor surrounded by red solo cups. His behaviour became increasingly embarrassing.....it was time for me to admit it; my cat was an alcoholic."
So for a touching and at times heartbreakingly great read interspersed with coffee choking belly laughs you CANNOT go past HALF MOON HOLLER; do yourself a favour and read!
"Laughter through tears is my favourite emotion." "Did you just quote Steel Magnolias to me? - she said slightly astonished. "Yes...yes I did. I have a secret obsession with chick flicks".