Amy Clarke

I was gripped throughout but became more irritated by it as I progressed through. Notnsure what.i think to the ending - perhaps disappointed. An easy page-turner though.

Feel it's hard to leave a review without seeming unkind. Sections felt repetitive and at times tedious to read. So tedious, in fact, I skipped over whole paragraphs in the closing chapter. Weird, random parts, eg an invitation or something from an Andrea. Who? I will refer to Dolly as a character (despite knowing that these are the authors own memoirs) as I assume that the self-centred, me me me, whining tone throughout this book is an exaggerated version of the truth. It's a regurgitation of the likes of Sex and the City. Suffocating friendships. Wealthy kids complaining of being broke whilst living in London and paying for weekly therapy sessions. Come on! I didn't realise how irritating this book is until I started typing this review. I can't deny though - I found the text exchanges about bin collections lough out loud funny. And I will probably try out the marzipan and apple tart recipe some time. This helped pass the time whilst I spent two days ill in bed. I won't be recommending this to anyone.