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Morning Glory Milking Farm by C.M. Nascosta
3.0
Morning Glory Milking Farm by C.M. Nascosta
I am dying. This book is absolutely hilarious in its absurdity and was the perfect choice for a girls’ night audiobook book club.
Seriously, who doesn’t want to hear about massive, I mean MASSIVE, minotaur members while live on call with your friends? It’s unhinged in the most entertaining way, and there is no pretending that this book is about anything other than the spice. That is the premise. We are literally "milking" male minotaurs, if you catch my drift... and I mean 24 oz of that baby batter per, ahem, "milking session."
And yet... it’s also objectively really well written. The tone is funny, the pacing is snappy, and the characters are oddly lovable for a book that, again, revolves around monster milking as an industry. The worldbuilding actually goes surprisingly deep, maybe even too deep considering I couldn't care less about the world and just wanted to get back to dying at the "plot" in hand. The sheer novelty of it all was an ideal topic of discussion between friends. I may have made my husband come sit down and take a listen. I needed him to experience absolute joy of a minotaur pressure-washing the inner walls of our FMC with 24oz of his "hot milk" and "sticky sweet cream" (direct quotes).
I genuinely think I might’ve DNF’d this if I’d read it solo, but in a group setting? Chef's Kiss. We were cackling nonstop. Pinkies off the teacups ladies, we need them for some frenulum fondling tonight at book club!
This is the perfect blend of erotic and ridiculous, with just the right amount of emotional levity and humor to keep it lighthearted between the copious (and I do mean copious) scenes of monster milking.
I am dying. This book is absolutely hilarious in its absurdity and was the perfect choice for a girls’ night audiobook book club.
Seriously, who doesn’t want to hear about massive, I mean MASSIVE, minotaur members while live on call with your friends? It’s unhinged in the most entertaining way, and there is no pretending that this book is about anything other than the spice. That is the premise. We are literally "milking" male minotaurs, if you catch my drift... and I mean 24 oz of that baby batter per, ahem, "milking session."
And yet... it’s also objectively really well written. The tone is funny, the pacing is snappy, and the characters are oddly lovable for a book that, again, revolves around monster milking as an industry. The worldbuilding actually goes surprisingly deep, maybe even too deep considering I couldn't care less about the world and just wanted to get back to dying at the "plot" in hand. The sheer novelty of it all was an ideal topic of discussion between friends. I may have made my husband come sit down and take a listen. I needed him to experience absolute joy of a minotaur pressure-washing the inner walls of our FMC with 24oz of his "hot milk" and "sticky sweet cream" (direct quotes).
I genuinely think I might’ve DNF’d this if I’d read it solo, but in a group setting? Chef's Kiss. We were cackling nonstop. Pinkies off the teacups ladies, we need them for some frenulum fondling tonight at book club!
This is the perfect blend of erotic and ridiculous, with just the right amount of emotional levity and humor to keep it lighthearted between the copious (and I do mean copious) scenes of monster milking.