Whenever I feel a cake craving coming on in future, I’ll just reach for this book. A few pages is all it takes and it’s like I’ve eaten a luscious slice of strawberry cream gateaux. I swear I could taste sugar and champagne on every page.
Kinsella has done it again with the third in a delicious trilogy of books so frothy, it melts in the mind like pink-coloured candy floss.
There’s the sumptuous shopping detail again that makes you long to rush out, spend all day in the shops and return clutching posh plastic carrier bags.
But, even better, there’s a fabulous plot that has you rushing through it in a can’t-wait-to-see-what-happens way.
I think it was milked just a leeetle bit too much this time and could have been about 50 pages shorter, maybe. And some of the characterisation is more than a little stretch. Would, for example, Luke REALLY care so much for his mother’s approval when he has a much nicer step mum who gladly stepped into the gap left when his truly appalling mother took off?
Ah but then we wouldn’t have had the rattlingly good plot, would we? And the tension was such that you really couldn’t see a way out this time for Becky. This was just THE biggest mess she’d ever got herself in. Just how WOULD she resolve it?
A cracker. I read it on holiday and it felt exactly like a book of this genre should feel - a real treat. A true girlie read. Save it for a wet weekend, a night in when there's nothing on the telly, a long train ride - or just when you need to treat yourself.
Brain candy at it's very VERY best...