It was the toothpaste smeared around the sink that broke my marriage. As I rubbed it away AGAIN, I was reminded of everything else I’ve put up with these twenty-five years. My husband’s obsession with his pension, his ability to charm me into every single one of his ideas, never being taken on a romantic date, let alone ravished on the patio (like the woman who lives next door)… small things, but the realisation was huge.
Just when Lucy Jones thinks her marriage is about to screech to a halt over toothpaste, her husband, Leo, announces he wants to move to tumbledown (clapped-out) Rose Cottage, and Lucy knows she’ll be the one managing the renovations.
Then along comes gorgeous builder Will, ten years younger and the only person actually listening to Lucy. His twinkly eyes and blowtorch smile are causing Lucy to break out in a hot sweat – but is it love, lust or simply dodgy hormones that are causing her heart to flutter?
Lucy loves her husband, but everyone knows that little things build up. And then they explode. Can Lucy keep it together, or will there be one last straw she might not be able to get over?
There are a lot of books that can put a smile on my face, but it’s not often that there is one that really can make me laugh out loud.
Humour does not mean the same to everyone, but this one was seriously hilarious to me. It had me sniggering more than once and people in my neighbourhood were often rolling their eyes and I saw them thinking : There she goes again. 🙂 🙂
I would not mind having Lucy for a friend. She is really someone I could relate to.
This story is about people focussing on the wrong things and getting so stressed about them that everything else seems to disappear in thin air. It keeps on escalating until it’s almost broken beyond repair and that’s when you seem you wake up and see the light again.
I can honestly say this was the funniest book I have read up till now this year. 5 stars
Thank you, Debbie Viggiano, Bookouture and Netgalley.
About the author
Prior to turning her attention to writing, Debbie Viggiano was, for more years than she cares to remember, a legal secretary. She lives with her Italian husband, a rescued pooch from Crete, and a very disgruntled cat. Occasionally her adult children return home bringing her much joy… apart from when they want to raid the fridge, or eat her secret stash of chocolate. Follow Debbie’s (intermittent!) blog: www.debbieviggiano.blogspot.com Tweet @DebbieViggiano or look her up on Facebook!
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