You might be thinking, "Taylor, you were at a funeral this week, why did you think this was a good time to read a book about the personification of death falling in love with a human woman?" And to that, I have no answer, but it was the perfect distraction, and easy to pick up and put down without getting confused about where in the story I was. This book is bizarre, and you'll probably be able to tell pretty quickly if it's your type of weird.

Death is in charge of collecting souls from dying humans, and he's just eaten one of the powdered donuts his last collection had just bought when he meets Molly Molloy eating atomic hot wings in her grandmother's hospital room. He's a little distracted by the powdered sugar on his coat, and caught off guard by the fact that Molly can see him. Reflexively patting Molly on the back when she choked on a chicken wing ends up getting Death on Heaven's sh*t list, as it turns out he was meant to collect HER soul, not her grandmother's. Oops.

Molly is 25 and splitting her time between EMT training and waiting tables at an NYC "breastaraunt", which is exactly what it sounds like. Everyone she's ever loved has died, so needless to say, she's not too thrilled when Death starts popping up again to try and remedy his mistake. That mistake being leaving Molly alive.

The interactions between Death and Molly as they both learn the other's perspective on mortality are both hilarious and heartwarming. If you've had the thought "I wish I could learn what Death thinks about condoms and Star Wars" but also "What is the meaning of life", this might be the book for you. I both laughed hysterically and also got choked up, all in less than 300 pages---if you like weird humor and are looking for a bit of a palette cleanser between larger books or more dense or heavy topics, this might be the perfect choice!

Thank you to NetGalley, the publisher, & the author for the advance copy in exchange for my honest review of “Molly Molloy and the Angel of Death”.