The Morning After, by first-time author Julian Simpson, is a must-read for anyone who has ever been a teenager, anyone who has ever drunk too much beer in a nightclub, anyone who has ever cast his eye around the scene for a ten-to-two pull, anyone who's ever walked out of a club with a girl and felt a million dollars for that one moment in time, in short everyone. Well, nearly everyone.
Admittedly the vast majority of us have never become embroiled in the resulting tale of drugs, kidnap and murder, but Simpson's refreshing, almost painstaking, attention to real-life detail (similar, in many ways, to Peter Kay's approach to comedy - basing his success on sticking to what he knows about and relying on his audience to recognise varying degrees of themselves in his material) keeps you reading and keeps you believing - because you can totally picture yourself in the shoes, and the mind, of our hero, Jackson Quill.
We've all been there in clubs as the night draws to a close, the dancefloor starts to clear, the music starts to slow down, and the desperados make their move, stepping forward, with the confidence of that extra few pints, to try their hand with any "lucky" member of the opposite sex. What happens next is often the result of chance and fortune (or misfortune). For Jackson, his initial great fortune in meeting the apparent girl of his dreams (Niamh) soon degenerates into misfortune as he becomes entangled in the kind of danger you would be long odds-against surviving to tell the tale of.
But Jackson's love and lust for his girl means he is in it for the long haul, and the relationship between the two leads is so well-written and so well-played out that, again, you are swept up and taken along, very glad indeed of the ride.
In short, The Morning After works because it's real. It may not appeal to all - as parts of the material are graphic to say the least - but the realism of the story and the characters is the great strength of the book and should be admired as such.