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Cord Baker took her coffee black for the third morning in a row, because her sister had left the milk out again. And for the third morning in a row, she sat in her breakfast nook and watched as a man slid out of her neighbor’s bathroom window. As a psychiatrist, she generally refrained from passing judgment in cases such as these, despite the fact that her neighbor was a slut and this kind of thing happened all the time. But then again, the man in question usually wasn’t a midget. Or blue. So as she sipped her lukewarm coffee in the privacy of her own nook, Dr. Cordelia Baker allowed herself to that is so weird.
He wore a shiny blue Speedo the same shade as his skin. Even his hair was blue. As he fought his way out of the rhododendron, he suddenly stopped and looked at Cord’s window. The glare from the morning sun would be bouncing off the glass at this hour, making it impossible to see inside, but Cord couldn’t escape the feeling that he was looking right at her.
As a psychiatrist, Dr. Cordelia Baker understands the limitations of the human mind when dealing with stress. But that's a tough pill to swallow for a control freak who is losing control of her own life, courtesy of her flaky sister, a sex-crazed midget, a dirty cop, and a handsome agoraphobic travel writer. Oh, and one of them is a ghost. (Or maybe a hallucination?) Yeah, well...sanity is overrated, but love isn't.
He wore a shiny blue Speedo the same shade as his skin. Even his hair was blue. As he fought his way out of the rhododendron, he suddenly stopped and looked at Cord’s window. The glare from the morning sun would be bouncing off the glass at this hour, making it impossible to see inside, but Cord couldn’t escape the feeling that he was looking right at her.
As a psychiatrist, Dr. Cordelia Baker understands the limitations of the human mind when dealing with stress. But that's a tough pill to swallow for a control freak who is losing control of her own life, courtesy of her flaky sister, a sex-crazed midget, a dirty cop, and a handsome agoraphobic travel writer. Oh, and one of them is a ghost. (Or maybe a hallucination?) Yeah, well...sanity is overrated, but love isn't.
- GenresRomance
372 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 18, 2015
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September 24, 2018
This was just so amazingly insane! And in the best possible way.
I am in love with this book!
It's a complete mystery to me, that there aren't more reviews of Mae McCall's books, because they are some of the best I have read.
YES that IS a recommendation, and YES it IS for you! Go read them! 😉
I am in love with this book!
It's a complete mystery to me, that there aren't more reviews of Mae McCall's books, because they are some of the best I have read.
YES that IS a recommendation, and YES it IS for you! Go read them! 😉
April 23, 2015
Mae McCall has done it again! I loved her first book, Weird Girl -- read it NOW if you haven't read it yet! -- and Shrink has the same wit and heart. McCall has a knack for making the outlandish seem realistic, and the reader roots for the characters (even as you're laughing at them).
We all have bad days once in a while, but Dr. Cord Baker is teetering on the brink of a breakdown. Enter just-as-crazy Mark, and of course, the chaos magnifies -- and so does the chemistry! It's a funny ride, but through all the hijinks and craziness, McCall gives us a story that resonates, because everyone can relate to heartbreak, loss, and the feeling that maybe, just maybe, we're losing our minds.
We all have bad days once in a while, but Dr. Cord Baker is teetering on the brink of a breakdown. Enter just-as-crazy Mark, and of course, the chaos magnifies -- and so does the chemistry! It's a funny ride, but through all the hijinks and craziness, McCall gives us a story that resonates, because everyone can relate to heartbreak, loss, and the feeling that maybe, just maybe, we're losing our minds.
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