Jill Mansell's books (that I have had the misfortune to read) have so far been an insult to any self-respecting intelligent (or even semi-intelligent) audience. All seem to follow the same premise of ultra chick lit trash. Be prepared to lose brain cells when reading her trite, clichéd rubbish.

The heroine is generally naïve and either unsuccessful in her career or from a disadvantaged background. A confirmed sap, she's invariably misunderstood by our dashing rich “hero” - and is usually betrayed by a former boyfriend or she has suffered an unfortunate break-up from a long term relationship.

The hero's are all from the same chick-lit mould - a text book recipe shared by the uncreative of romance authors: tall, dark and handsome (and invariably wealthy). If she could create a romance novel with a hero suffering a receding hairline, a middle income and of average height - her books would have some depth. If one recollects Jane Eyre - the characters' of a romance need not be good looking.

I loath absolute chick lit – and all her books are thus. Great if you're a bimbo though – because these books are so light that they float. Enjoy.