Bad Mommy by Tarryn Fisher
When Fig Coxbury buys a house on West Barrett Street, it’s not because she likes the neighborhood, or even because she likes the house. It’s because everything she desires is next door: The husband, the child, and the life that belongs to someone else.
Bad Mommy is a standalone novel of undefinable genre.
On the topic of Bad Mommy, and Fig Coxbury, I need you all to know I just spent 15mins knee deep in Tarryn’s Instagram trying to prove/ disprove Bad Mommy theories. Did you know before Tarryn cut her bangs (fringe) she had this cool, almost over grown, side bangs look going on. I took at least 5 screenshots that I am going to take to a hair dresser so I can get my hair cut like that. I’m sick of always having a ponytail while I wait for bad haircuts to grow out.
I also really like S’Well bottles, and I might like skulls now too. I also like tartan. Did I like tartan and skulls before or did this only happen when I started following Tarryn on Insta? I also don’t want my books in shelves anymore, why am I such a book dictator?
“What type of person created this sort of cultish mania?”
I am Fig. Tarryn makes me Fig and now it feels wrong- S’Well bottles and over grown side bangs, should I want these things or is it just creepy? Hey Tarryn, why so cool?
Tarryn’s words, her characters, have invaded my mind and their flaws, and strengths, have neon signs pointing towards them. Tarryn makes me see who she writes. Bad Mommy is a book to be scared of, but for all the good reasons. Stop and think the words you read, don’t just read something because it’s cheap and easy; read Bad Mommy because your mind will whirl and your desire to have teal in your life will grow. You’ll think and ponder and pause while reading Bad Mommy, you’ll feel smarter and wiser and like you just know people. You’ll want to read it again to find the details you missed the first time.
Bad Mommy was easily a five star read for me and a fantastic way to start off my Christmas/ New Years leave.