But, ok, if you’ve left the house in the last ever ago, you will read this and be all, This book is about me! Like, if you’re getting married, or you were getting married but now you’re not anymore, or if you were getting married and then weren’t for a bit, but now are again. Or if you were marrying a guy your family didn’t like (or, because this book is OH SO BRITISH, marrying a bloke your folks didn’t fancy. Also, can I interest you in some eggy bread and a few digestives?).
Or, you know, you’re having an affair, or you’ve realized that your wife is having an affair, or you’re not sure how to deal with your son bringing his boyfriend to your daughter’s wedding, or you’re not sure how to bring your boyfriend to your sister’s wedding but then he dumps you so it hardly matters anyways, or if you’re not sure about the guy your daughter is marrying, or if you’re not sure about the guy you’re marrying, or if the girl you’re marrying isn’t sure about you, and THIS IS STARTING TO SOUND SO DAYS OF OUR LIVES!!!
But it’s really not. I mean, it all feels so normal while you’re reading it and you’re like, Of course! And then???? And it’s only when you get to the end that you’re all, That was scandelous. I need a drink.
Also, you cheer. Because this is a feel-gooder. A cockle-warmer. A TRIUMPH OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT! Also, everything goes rather hilariously tets-up near the end and there is a head-butting.
I think what I’m trying to say is that it sort of defies plot-summarizing, but also that I loved it.