I expected to hate this book. I geared myself up for throwing it aside and swearing at Marian for publishing "a collection of articles" instead of the meaty novels that I love to immerse myself in. So annoyed was I when I heard Under The Duvet was not a novel that I resolutely swore not to buy it in the usual frenzy in the bookshop way I usually buy Ms. Keyes' books and waited for my sister to buy me it for Christmas and even then, still being the huffy so and so I am, I refused to read it until a stomach bug laid me low and I was bored senseless with Christmas TV. I laughed outloud, I cried, I read it too fast, I fell in love with Marian Keyes ability to write all over again. As a journalist and wannabe writer, I am in awe. Marian Keyes is so like me, her obsession with shoes, her longing for a baby, her husband who thinks she is a human radar for his lost property... it all rings so true. The humour was evident, but perhaps the most powerfully written article in this book is the tale of Marian's own struggle with alcoholism, culminating in an attempt on her life. She is proof that everyone can make it. So after reading this book, I emerged from under my duvet (stomach bug gone) and have decided to start writing again.
Do not let the fact that this is not a novel stop you from buying it, buy it now, and buy it for your friends. Its funny, its moving, its for a good cause.
Roll on the next book, whatever form it may take.