This was a holiday read, and to be honest, I wouldn't have finished it had I had the run of my own bookshelf for a replacement. Lightweight and inconsequential story that lends itself as a passable comedy TV drama (probably starring Martin Clunes), but as a book is weaker than a toddler's tea. I didn't laugh once. I don't remember even smiling. The impending plot lines shout, scream and wave flags ages before they happen, so nothing is a surprise, save for the fact that I finished it. Having said that, my wife enjoyed it more than me (enjoyed it more, rather than enjoyed it if you know what I mean), and it definitely has a chick-lit feel about it contrary to the blurb on the back, so maybe I'm just lacking the oestrogen.