I am disappointed to reveal that yet another chick-lit novel focusing on the hackneyed Eternal Triangle has hit our bookshelves. Worse, the author is a columnist in a national newspaper, large sections of which are aimed at the female demographic. Do I hear a collective sigh?
What happens in between is only mildly interesting and even at the princely sum of £2.96 (Tesco) I felt too high a price to pay. How it took 356 pages to reach its unsatisfactory conclusion is as beyond me as is the Meaning of Life.
We also have a review of [[The Wife Who Ran Away by Tess Stimson]].