I love Lucy Mangan's Guardian column, so pounced on this book with enthusiasm. Perhaps it's a different Lucy Mangan? One who thinks massive over-exaggeration is a substitute for real wit? Still, the pic on the back cover is the same, so really there's no explanation I can come up with. You know that moment when your heart sinks and you think "No, I'll just read on, it'll get better?". I did. It didn't.