I was SPELLBOUND…SUNK…as I swiftly succumbed to Pucked Under that stole every piece of me. I may be physically present, but my mind is stuck in a sensational sports series that is my delicious drug.įrom the beginning to end, I WAS ALL IN. Once a story from Helena Hunting’s hot and hilarious Pucked series appears on my e-reader, I drop off of the earth or go missing for hours. I’ll stalk these stories so hard that I could teach those wanna-be Hollywood stalkers outside celebrities’ homes a thing or ten. When I need a good laugh, the kind that makes me contemplate slapping on a Depends adult diaper due to the thorough laugh-to-bladder work-out, I’ll grab a Helena Hunting book. I’ll just have to settle for dating her brilliant and blissful books, with Pucked Under the latest of crack in my Hunting expedition. I love Helena’s writing so much I would put a ring on it if I could. Her words do so many things to me, melting me from the inside out. Helena Hunting is one of my favorite writers and among my go-to authors FOR LIFE. This hockey story, like the series, was…is…my addiction…my ache…my ALL. I lost myself in Pucked Under by Helena Hunting and did not want to be found. We lose ourselves in these brilliant books we find ourselves too. Some stories…series…are shut-the-door, shut-off-the-world, do-not-bother me books, ones you know you’ll devour in one sitting. That moment when you’re reading a book and the world around you doesn’t exist anymore.
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