I've just spent three weeks with family in a house by the beach. It was probably a "holiday" more than a holiday, as anyone with children and aged parents will appreciate. But I managed to read a few books, including this one by Jill Mansell.
I spotted this battered paperback in a roadside sale, and thought it would make a good beach read. As much as I adore my kindle, it is not beach friendly. Beaches in this part of the world (Cornwall) are mostly about the activities - surfing or bodyboarding, building sandcastles, clambering over the rocks. But you can sometimes pack the kids off to play in rock pools or build some really elaborate sand structure with newly made friends while you dig the paperback out, brush off the sand and settle in for a read.
Ive read and enjoyed Jill Mansell before and was expecting an enjoyable, undemanding read. And largely I got what I wanted. As I have said before, I prefer the slightly older, more sensible heroines and in this story we have two of them. Nancy is married to a philandering bore, and Carmen is still mourning the death of her rockstar addict husband. Nancy packs in the husband with staggering ease, and moves in with Carmen in her multi million pound Chelsea flat. Various comic scenarios ensue, as Nancy gets a job and develops a crush on her next door neighbour, and Carmen gets back in the dating game.
Although I liked the heroines, they were a little two dimensional. I enjoyed other characters more. Rennie was lovely, and my favourite of the love interests. I couldn't really go for Connor. I enjoyed Mia, Rose and Zac's stories.
All in all, a decent enough read. I wont take it home but instead will leave it on the shelf here for whoever stays next.