Alyson Hunter

I nearly gave up half way through. It was a relentless complaint of motherhood and what it had ‘done to her’. Whinge fest and not very funny at all. I felt miserable when I finished it and don’t think I’ve ever been more pleased to finish a book. She didn’t think much of her husband as she complained about him often, and this was a relentless assault of moaning and not a great read at all. I’m still struggling to understand how it came to be on the women’s prize list at all.