Often, when I tell people I’ve written a
book their face lights up.
‘What kind of
book is it?’ they ask, surprised that I could write more than a post-it note.
Then their faces drop.
considered to not be intellectual enough for some people. Unless you’re reading something that is
ridiculously confusing and makes your head hurt you’re not smart enough to be
considered a book-worm.
|Author Laura Barnard|
long as people enjoy it.
Why do I read
chick lit? Like most people I have a busy life, and at the end of the day I enjoy a cup of tea and to indulged in
someone else’s life. I don’t want to
read a horror and be scared someone is out there waiting to
kill me, neither do I want to read a thriller (after a long day I can barely remember my name let alone keep track of a
government agent double crossing another agent!).
What I want is to read about a group of friends having fun. I want to hear about other women getting into
tricky, hilarious situations. Most of
all I want to fall in love with a gorgeous man who I can dream about without
the guilt of them being a real person. I’ve
been known to utter a fictional character’s name in my sleep much to the horror
of my husband. I can reassure him he’s
not a real person.
people who judge are pretentious idiots with nothing better to do with their
lives. But each to their own. I personally judge a book on
how it makes me feel by the end. If I
loved it and can’t get it out of my head it’s a winner.
Poppy is thrown into a new life, full of crazy housemates; there’s fitness freak Izzy, horrendously beautiful bitch Grace and the slightly gorgeous, if not incredibly grumpy Ryan. Quickly, with the help of Jazz, her life is thrown upside down. Madness ensues and her need to please everyone gets her in more trouble than she could ever imagine.