‘Lottie is tired of long-term boyfriends who don’t want to commit to marriage. When her old boyfriend Ben reappears and reminds her of their pact to get married if they were both still single at thirty, she jumps at the chance. There will be no dates and no engagement—just a straight wedding march to the altar! Next comes the honeymoon on the Greek island where they first met. But not everyone is thrilled with Lottie and Ben’s rushed marriage, and family and friends are determined to intervene…’
Every intention I had for this review was directed at reviewing whilst reading however as per usual with Kinsella I was consumed by the writing and not a lot else was completed (apart from obligatory attendance at work!). This book travelled with me on trains, buses and even to places in my house that I am sure you would rather not know about. Kinsella for me is the holy grail of chick lit and very rarely disappoints. The only downside to this particular book would be that my personal interest was steered more towards the second character instead of the main.
There are many issues that are highlighted in this book that may be relevant to the average single female in her late twenties such as the wide world of singledom and the impending doom of dare I say it AGE. Being stuck in a relationship that many feelings are one-sided can really suck at times and this is another delicate issue that Kinsella ploughed through and at the same time touched on precious points with such elegant finesse. This book can be taken with a pinch of salt so to speak and as with other Kinsella books I laughed pretty much all the way through. Most definitely a palette cleanser. Attempts of sabotage justified by sisterly love are also swayed by prejudgment of an unknown case due to previous personal experience of the instigator of such sabotage and the not so unexpected hook ups are just hilarious. Kinsella delivered this book with an ethereal style and it was much appreciated.
When I say E-Times that could mean a number of things in the digital world, however in my world the E is for Emotional. Last night I was making my way to the station to go and work my last night shift of the week when I received a phone call. My father was informing me that my mum had made the decision that after some horrible x-ray results my dog was to be put to sleep.
This is a decision that I cannot stand by as I honestly feel that my boy has at least two more years to live and this was later confirmed by the vet herself. My mother was extremely upset by the boys prognosis and made a rash judgement however on seeing the rest of the families reaction agreed to bring him home for one last night and a family meeting.
Everyone re-convened at 5am this morning as nobody could sleep including the dog. We came to the decision that myself and my father would be taking the dog for his ‘last visit’ to the vet. Inside I felt like my heart was made of glass and ready to shatter at the slightest thing. Luckily our Vet approached the situation with so much kindness and compassion that I started to cry anyway. The ins and outs of my boy’s condition were explained extensively and then the vet gave us the option of surgery. This is the point at which I found out my mother had completed disregarded this option. After much discussion and my father acting as the voice of reason I was able to walk out with my dog on his lead and bundle him into the car.
After many hours of crying and cuddling my dog is home with me and awaiting his showdown with the vet tomorrow who has every confidence that this operation will sort some of his issues out and his quality of life will not be diminished.
His operation is tomorrow at 8am (GMT) and I will be taking him and picking him up. Words cannot explain how I feel right now but the love I have for my father at the moment is a ridiculous unexplainable amount – even more than usual.