Monday, December 10, 2012
Twenties' Girl
Lara Lington is a sweet girl trying to make it as an entrepreneur in the headhunting business. She has set up a partnership with her best friend, who unfortunately leaves her for a sudden vacation in Goa. To make things worse, she is also in denial over her break-up with Josh, which leaves her parents worried as they all prepare to attend the funeral of 105-year-old Great Aunt Sadie.
At the funeral, Lara sees the ghost of Sadie, who appears as a Twenties Flapper. Sadie is upset that her favourite necklace is lost, and will not rest until it is found. She enlists Lara for help, and thus begins a strange but ultimately deep friendship between the two.
This novel is written in typical Sophie Kinsella style, and I absolutely loved Sadie! Lara was also more likable than Becky Bloomwood, in that she truly wanted to believe the best of everyone. Except for her infatuation with ex-boyfriend Josh, she seemed to have her head screwed right throughout the story.
I would have rated it 3.5 stars out of 5 on Goodreads.com - very close but not quite up to a 4. Unfortunately it dragged a bit in the middle, and the ending rushed together towards a convenient, happy conclusion. I would have liked certain parts to last longer, especially when Sadie reconciles with her past (sort of, trying not to give the plot away here). It would have been nice to know more about her life, but I suppose going in that direction would require a bittersweet tone in the narrative, whereas Kinsella was probably playing it safe by sticking to her usual witty lighthearted dialogue.
I also wish the plot could have expanded more on the other characters, especially the relationship between Lara's father and her uncle. There was a nice sweet twist at the end involving Lara's mum though.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Undomestic Goddess
Mini Shopaholic
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Little Black Dress Books
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
A Romantic Getaway

Author: Sarah Monk
This is part of the stash of 'light-reading during confinement' that I borrowed from my colleague. It is one of the titles in the Little Black Dress series, and is actually the third that i've read. But so far this is the only memorable one and worth blogging about.
The story is about two sisters, Liesel and Marilyn. Liesel is a 'serial monogamist', as she gets dumped all the time by men who cannot seem to understand that this gorgeous, attractive woman is actually keen on a long-term commitment. The elder sister, Marilyn, was left by her husband for his older and more glamorous lady boss. Together with Marilyn's son, Alex, the three live in a poky flat in London until one day Alex inherits an old hotel in Cornwall from his father's aunt. The three then move to Cornwall, where they have to run the hotel for at least a season, otherwise the ownership gets transferred to Godrich van Woofenhausen - a dog.
Despite the strange inheritance, the tale is actually quite sweet. Unlike most chick-lit books I've read, Liesel is not an idiotic girl with her head in the clouds. And the love interest - a vet who gets called in when Godrich literally finds himself stuck in a tight place - is not the typical arrogant, slick charmer despite his astonishing good looks. In fact the couple are just regularly nice people.
Most of the story centers around family and friendship, and the romance seems to be a secondary thread to the main plot. It got to a point where I didn't really mind if Liesel and the vet didn't get together in the end.
I did find the vet's character a bit flat, though.I felt more for the other characters - Eric the cook, Kashia the Polish waitress, Lorraine the housekeeper and my heart really went out to Alex who refused to wear anything but Superman costumes. And the old hotel and its surroundings are pretty impressive too.
All in all, a nice good read if you don't want something too heavy but can't be bothered with carbon copies of Becky Bloomwood.
One dialogue I find memorable, is when the vet appears for the first time, and an elderly couple who were hotel guests met him:
Wife: "Could you please have a look at my chest?"
Husband: "He's a vet, my dear, not a doctor."
Wife: "I know that, but I'd still like him to have a look at my chest."
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Girls of Riyadh
I first read about this book and author about a year ago, in a magazine interview. She is from Saudi Arabia, but at the time of the interview was studying somewhere in the Western hemisphere. The interviewer was surprised when Alsanea remarked approvingly of a mini-dress a passerby was wearing: "I'll wear it as a top over jeans," she commented. Well, in her own words, "The Western world still perceives us either romantically, as the land of the Arabian nights... or politically, as the land that gave birth to Bin Laden and other terrorists."
As for me, I had always perceived Saudis to be the role model of religiosity and piety. After all, their kingdom is the birthplace and final resting place of our prophet Muhammad PBUH, and one of the King's official titles is Custodian of the Two Holy Mosques (referring of course to al-Haraam in Makkah and al-Nabawi in Madinah). This impression was shattered somewhat when I went there for Hajj two years ago, and did leave me feeling a tad disappointed. So reading this book - although the first few pages seem to entice the reader with promises of scandal and what not - was not such a shock for me.
The premise is broadly similar to 'Sex and the City' although still very much within the confines of Muslim society: a tale of a quartet of girl friends in Riyadh looking and lamenting of love. Well, technically, only 3 of them are actually lamenting, whilst the fourth didn't seem bothered about not having a man in her life until she ended up being the only one with a fairytale relationship. As the author's apparent goal was to highlight the trials and tribulation of love, this fourth girlfriend had only 3 or 4 chapters dedicated to her, the most memorable of which is a retelling of a highschool escapade involving videotapes (and no, they're not that type of videos either).
The most interesting part about the book is the way the chapters are structured: as weekly emails sent to a mailing list from an anonymous writer (again, parallels with Carrie Bradshaw, except the writer is not one of the quartet). Otherwise, there is nothing much to shout about, except that Saudi girls - at least those in Riyadh's 'velvet class' - are not much different from the rest of us.
I'll take the Arabian Nights any time.
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