I am ashamed to say that I bought this book because of the Richard & Judy recommendation; I knew it would be "lite" but thought that given the book's backing there must be more to it than your usual chick lit formulaic fluff. I knew within two pages that I was wrong; it is much worse than the average chick lit novel. The writing is so appallingly bad that I had to stop myself from flinging the book across the room and was surprised to read that the author had gone to journalism school (and there I was thinking she was a soppy thirteen-year-old). The characters are one-dimensional and boring and I quickly became tired of the author's continual and patronising reiteration that the characters are hilarious and mad. They most definitely are not. OK, maybe I would find them funny and cool if I was a middle-class teenage virgin who lived in a small village surrounded by pensioners and cows, but I'm not. And as any writer who has learnt the basics of writing knows, you don't keep telling the readers that your characters are this or that, you SHOW the reader your character's attributes. I feel that in this way, and indeed in many others, the author was badly let down by her editor if not her own lack of talent. The premise was interesting, and the book could have explored themes of grief and hope and carrying on in a mature and interesting way, but unfortunately the author just isn't good enough for that. It is rare that a book makes me angry, but this did as I felt it had only managed to get published in the knowledge that many readers want drivel, and demand neither intelligent observations, unusual scenarios and flowing prose from their reading material.