I thought people who work in the City of London are just snobby workaholics, but Trixie put me right. She's just like most of us - can't get going without loads of coffee, would rather spend money than earn it, and can't relax without loads of booze. Helen Dunne elegantly avoids getting bogged down in the details of high finance, although she does explain what some people in the City actually do all day. Gossip and drink coffee and wine, mainly. Instead, she gives us a thoroughly entertaining tale in which Trixie digs ever deeper and funnier holes for herself, until you wonder just how she's going to get herself out. The author also gives an insight into the thoughts of a supposedly successful single woman, especially her thoughts about men. This isn't just 'chick lit' - most men will enjoy Dunne's insights into the way women think about the things men do, and the things they don't. They might even learn something - and not just about investment banking. Dunne weaves in some lovely one-liners and put-downs, and the mix of humour and drama was just right for me. I'm really looking forward to her next novel, but I'd recommend reading Trixie while you wait. Just one thing - can Doon MacKichan (off Smack the Pony) come round and read the next one to me, like she does on the Trixie tape?