Hmmm...odd one this. I kept reading after the first couple of jarring chapters simply out of curiosity to see how this could spin out into a full length novel. I have read other comments saying that Ms Sawyer can write well but in the first couple of chapters there were some glaring grammatical errors and it read a bit like an amateur's ramblings on a writing course - maybe for an assignment titled "My Wryly Witty Life". She is of course a writer by trade and I can only assume that it was the old "Who You Know" rule that got this published.
I found it hard to see what the actual point of the book was. Just about every dodgy amateur writer out there thinks that their life would make an interesting book, especially as how they are so witty and all but actually there is no story to this, no point worth making or made well. It is just a self indulgent, trying too hard to be funny [but coming across instead as superior and sarcastic] excuse to write a novel, which is more like a diary of a part of a fairly ordinary life and it's not worth the time it takes to read it.
If you are a friend or family member who shares joint memories then it might be enjoyable. For the rest of us it is not written well enough for a story with no real plot, with few characters with any depth that you would care about or who are well enough written.
It starts as a musing on suburbia and childhood reminiscences, then sort of morphs into a Bill Brysonesque travel around Britain talking to a mixed bag of strangers en route to get their point of view....on what exactly? I'm still not sure.
To be fair I did find myself gently laughing [and not at the poor writing] a couple of times and at those times found myself thinking that there is a spark of talent here, that could probably sustain a magazine article if you were waiting to see the dentist and wanted a forgetable but passable distraction - but not a novel. Save your pennies for something better would be my advice.