I cannot believe just how bad this book really is and to be perfectly frank, just how a publisher can commission such a publication which is just utter drivel. I don't want to court controversy but, no.... wait a minute, for once, I want to be objectionable and DO want to court controversy. I'm male and thought the outline looked promising. However, I hadn't realised that this was what my wife calls 'chick-lit' - and written by a man - and if this is indicative of that genre, I believe it's an effront to the majority of women, who quite rightly, deserve a better quality read than this inane drivel. Unless, I am so out of touch that it IS what women want to read ?
The novel's premise is sound, twenty-somethings musicians, married to each other, Ellen, the wife, a classical pianist and teacher; Joel (Joseph) the husband, a jazz saxophonist, unemployed and going from gig to gig. She wants a baby, he's unsure. So she tells him she's pregnant, but she isn't. He believes her.
Ellen is the daughter of a renowned pianist and conductor who passed away 12 months ago. Surprisingly, both Ellen and Joel live 'hand to mouth' yet both can still go out and spend money 'willy-nilly' on all sorts, you name it - despite only having a 2,000 Euros savings account - which Joel has blown and doesn't want Ellen to ascertain .. just yet. Absolutely preposterous!
There then follows such scenarios that are quite simply unbelievably farcical. Joel gets a cheque from his businessman father for 10, 000 Euros on which he wants to draw the cash in an instant. This son of a businesman is so unknowing of the world that he doesn't realise he has to let the cheque clear!
Ellen, dries her hair with a blow dryer yet, in the next sentence she leaves her hair damp, 'so as to give her a sultry look'.
Another character drives a drunken Joel back to the marital home but, then escorts another perfectly sober character, Myles (a habitual womaniser who is taken with Ellen) back home - or wherever he is going - in a taxi.
I could go on ad infinitum................
The most astounding thing is why, this final draft ever got to a final draft. It should have gone directly to the recycling bin. I'm very sorry Mr. Gallagher, I do not have a very high opinion of your novel.