Why I will never read this book. The verdict is in.
As I wandered down to my local coffee shop the other morning, I couldn’t help noticing a little pile of books somebody had put on the footpath, part of a clearing up. A motley collection, if ever I saw one, was my professional assessment.
Over the next couple of days the pile got smaller. Somebody took the book on ’Twenty-two ways to improve the feng shui of your lavatory.’ And ‘Things you can do with bonsai plants if you have a front loader.’ Even the Booker Prize winner went missing. Eventually all that was left was Marian Keyes
Anybody Out There? Apparently not, Marian. Apparently not.