What's the very best gift your friend could give you?
Carole, Chrissie and Joanna are more than just friends--they've united to become the family none of them ever had.
Now in their mid-thirties, only Carole, happily pregnant with her second child, has found her perfect partner. Chrissie has given up on meeting Mr Right and Joanna is resolutely single after a series of disastrous relationships.
But both of them yearn for a baby. How can they fulfil their ambition without the man of their dreams?
It is Carole who comes up with the ingenious plan. Her husband, Goran, is gentle and generous, good-looking and clever. Who better to be the father of all their children?
And so one by one, three babies are born. But Goran, it turns out, isn't content to stand in the shadows. He wants something dangerously more...
EXCERPT: It's difficult to explain exactly how the whole idea came about. We didn't cook it up along with one of the quick pasta suppers that the three of us would share one night a week. It wasn't one of those notions that occurred to Joanna or Carol or me - after two bottles of red wine - that promised, at the time, to be the answer to all out problems but which, in the cold light of the next day, would be revealed to be ridiculous and unworkable. Like the time that Joanna came up with a plan to heighten our spirituality by trekking to Nepal. Or the evening when Carole talked about her dream of creating a women's cable channel with links through to the worldwide web. It wasn't some fanciful fantasy given life by alcohol and the passion of our friendship.
No, this big idea happened one Sunday afternoon in late spring when we were all more or less sober.
ABOUT THIS BOOK: What's the very best gift your friend could give you?
Carole, Chrissie and Joanna are more than just friends--they've united to become the family none of them ever had.
Now in their mid-thirties, only Carole, happily pregnant with her second child, has found her perfect partner. Chrissie has given up on meeting Mr Right and Joanna is resolutely single after a series of disastrous relationships.
But both of them yearn for a baby. How can they fulfil their ambition without the man of their dreams?
It is Carole who comes up with the ingenious plan. Her husband, Goran, is gentle and generous, good-looking and clever. Who better to be the father of all their children?
And so one by one, three babies are born. But Goran, it turns out, isn't content to stand in the shadows. He wants something dangerously more...
MY THOUGHTS: I think I inherited this in a box of paperbacks I bought at a garage sale somewhere. Now I can completely understand why it was there.....although I have, in the past, scored some really good reads doing this. Unfortunately this is not one of them. I picked it up because I am trying to clear some room on my over-stacked shelves to make room for books that I really do want to read, and re-read.
Misconceptions starts out well enough, but quickly goes downhill to subterranean levels from there. I can't even accuse the writer of being vacuous. Ponderous is probably a better description. If this was meant to be light and funny, it missed the mark.
Abandoned at page 48. Had you offered me a million dollars, I could not have read another page. Well, for that sort of money, maybe one more....after all, I could always build on to my house and buy more books with that amount of money ;)
THE AUTHOR: She is a brilliant journalist (Stella magazine & Daily Mail), novelist, fabulous friend to the CountryWives, mother to Bryony, Naomi and Rufus and grandmother to Edie.
DISCLOSURE: I own my copy of Misconceptions by Jane Gordon, published by Harper Collins, but only until I can get it to the charity shop! All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.
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A slightly slow start, though intriguing enough to want me to keep reading chapter by chapter to see what would be revealed next. A lesson in poor choices, or rather choices made without having the full picture available. Can't we all relate to that?