Roxanne lives a love affair with a married man for years and feels immense weariness settle in it. Maggie's happy, married, pregnant, about to give birth. She and her husband bought a property in the countryside, but Maggie will quickly lose his head away from the frenzy of London, with a baby on her arms and the only solitude horizon. These three, who had always been there for each other, will not understand each other and their friendship will go on peanut.
I was a little disappointed by this book, which nevertheless reads very quickly, without actual displeasure. Sophie Kinsella, who signs under the pseudonym Madeleine Wickham, breaks away from his usual sense of humor for a rather banal and bland story. In truth, his characters are very endearing, starting with Candice, who drops his old girlfriends for a girl she just met. A girl with questionable acts which ruminates revenge with perfidy. How to feel sorry for the fate of Candice? Impossible. But the irony is that she really does well in the end. Grr!
In short, I found the story too classic, too common, too polished, too gnan-gnan, starved of humor, playfulness, second degree ... Too small details that bother (haro on blindness of Candice, false strokes of brilliance Roxanne, his pride misplaced, Maggie who drinks alcohol to nine months of pregnancy ...). This book is to be reserved for fans of the author, which I am, without abandoning any critical sense ...
