Sometimes 'Brit Lit' misses the mark, what with it's kick of realism, our British obsession with the movement of the bowel, and the endless 'diary entry' droning about weight, beer and the passing of wind; it's hard to find a combination that is both funny and romantic but move over Mike Gayle, Nick Hornby and all there's a new kid on the block and guess what - she's a girl!
Ralph's party is simply about how the lives of the residents of South London house connect. It's basically about whether Jemima, a bright little whimsical lodger will choose Ralph (budding artist) or Smith (budding banker) as well as if the couple that live above them (Karl and siobhan) will survive 'nearly wedded' bliss. Sounds dreary but believe me, it's a really nice little book.
Lisa Jewell tells an ordinary story about ordinary people but just as she manages to inject a bit of magic and glitter into South London life she tells a really good story simply but grippingly. Okay she gets a bit 'preachy' occationally and there are a few of her characters could have been cut down or out altogether but it's a really nice read that gets the 'man speak' - scratching your unmentionables and trying to get your head around women and love while trying NOT to look down their blouses - down pat. Story of men behaving badly, written by a girl - nice one Lisa!