In my my review of Jamie McGuire's amazing Beautiful Disaster, I said in it was like crack. Well, her spectacular sequel, Walking Disaster, is a speedball of cocaine and heroine combined! I was euphoric, angry, depressed, insanely happy, and I was beyond addicted! Travis Maddox's scarred psyche + a deep soulful love + maintaining that love through sheer force of will = the trifecta of amazingness! There were some seriously painful moments but they were brilliantly balanced with moments of pure hilarity. There were so many LMAO moments I'm sure I did permanent damage to my stomache muscles because of laughing so hard and so often. Being in Travis' head was painful, fascinating, and funny as hell! This boy's psyche needs to be in the Louvre – because it's a work of art!
After spending sixty seconds in the pigeon's presence, I discerned two things: she didn't talk much, and when she did she was kind of a bitch. But I don't know... I kind of dug that about her.
Seeing Abby sit across the table, cranky and annoyed, cheered me right up.
The door slammed, and Shepley's shoulders tensed. Those moments bothered him. I, on the other hand, had a shrew [Abby] to tame..."
