This was just the book to get me through the first week of January — a funny, tender, wonderfully observed comfort read.
It made me laugh, a lot. Alderton’s eye for the minutiae of thirty-something millennial life is a delight — from the rituals of hen parties and weddings, to returning home to visit parents, or (my favourite parts) conversations with best friends.
But she also captures the sadness that the main character, 32-year-old Nina, experiences in that transitional period when you become acutely aware of entering a new phase of adulthood — from old friendships being recast, to parents becoming ill, or the pressure to ‘meet someone’.
My favourite theme is about great friendships — those other great loves of our lives — so it’s only fitting to read it with a friend. Then you can do what I and my sister did and have hysterics on the phone quoting bits back to one another. I strongly recommend as an antidote to 2021’s particularly potent January blues.