Morbidly Yours: Review

Morbidly Yours

Callum Flannelly would rather dive into an open grave than take a stranger to dinner and a movie. But he can only inherit the family undertaking business and carry on their legacy under one condition: He must marry before his 35th birthday.

Lark Thompson would rather get crushed by a falling anvil than live next to a funeral home during her stay in Galway, Ireland. The vivacious American cartoon creator and animator came here to embrace life, not be reminded of losing her husband.

When Lark learns of Callum’s dilemma and aversion to marrying out of necessity rather than love, she agrees to help the introverted mortician. Although sworn off love herself, she is optimistic that Callum can find The One and secure his inheritance.

Morbidly Yours Review

I’ve noticed myself gravitating towards what I would call “mortuary romance” a la The Undertaking of Hart and Mercy, The Dead Romantics, etc. So of course I had to read this one! And look how cute the cover is!
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Morbidly Yours was cute and unique! Callum was demi-sexual which was great to see. Lark was an animator and a widow, which are both uncommon as well (at least based on what I’ve read) and the Ireland setting really made me want to pull out my passport!
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Callum and Lark’s relationship was so fun. He’s kind of awkward and she’s a total golden retriever. Love an introvert getting adopted by and extrovert! Their friendship was the best, and their romance was slow. I absolutely loved it until about 80% and then Lark started rubbing me the wrong way. Sometimes I wish characters would just talk and be honest with each other and themselves!
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Either way, I’d totally recommend this cute contemporary romance with a 2/5🌢 rating.
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Rating

4/5

SPICE LEVEL

Quotes

β€œI’ve no idea what to make of you.” Lark shrugged. β€œMake me your friend.”

β€œWho knew the reaper had such a pretty scythe?”

β€œWe need roller derby names,” she said… What about Shamrock Shake Ya Ass?” Lark beatboxed as she circled me effortlessly. She slapped me on the butt, propelling me forward. I threw my arms out for balance before I sampled a taste of the pavement. β€œWhoa—” β€œRiver Dance-Dance Revolution?” β€œThis was a mistake. I’m taking back your gift.” β€œGot it!” She snapped her fingers. β€œThis Lucky Charming Man.”

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