This to me was archetypal chick lit, from ‘back in the day’. However there are so many elevated versions of that genre these days and this book felt like ‘chick-lit’ by numbers. There were so many clichés (chain-smoking like Bridget Jones, a therapist mother, carelessly caricatured friends) and the story line was so obvious.(who knew that someone travelling to their friend’s wedding in trainers would somehow forget their shoes along the way?!)
It felt a bit like the author said ‘I know - food’ and then tried to shoe-horn it in everywhere. Having read the epilogue I know this not to be the case, but I felt a little bit sad that the forced situations, predictability and clunky dialogue didn’t do justice to the story that the author was trying to tell, which is a huge shame.
Having said all that, I enjoyed it enough to want to know what happened at the end, although of course, I could have easily predicted it myself!
It felt a bit like the author said ‘I know - food’ and then tried to shoe-horn it in everywhere. Having read the epilogue I know this not to be the case, but I felt a little bit sad that the forced situations, predictability and clunky dialogue didn’t do justice to the story that the author was trying to tell, which is a huge shame.
Having said all that, I enjoyed it enough to want to know what happened at the end, although of course, I could have easily predicted it myself!