When I started this book I thought – this is not for me. My favourite programme when I was in my thirties was Thirtysomething – instant identification with what was going on. Now I’m in my sixties I thought I would not empathise with these twentysomething and thirtysomethings especially in a generation who probably see things very differently. How wrong I was. They are everyone who has had self-doubts, hang-ups and damaging or destructive relationships, be it with their parents or partners, whether that was in the 60s, 70s, 80s or now. I got so cross when Michael was horrible to Beth. I wanted to scream at him. I cried for Ruby and her relationship with her mother even though (from personal experience) I would have pursued a different route at the end. And I loved little Bonnie. The only negatives for me (apart from the name Risky – I hate that sort of thing) were that I cringed at some of the sexual references (I’ve never been able to discuss these things openly with girlfriends) and certain things that others found hilarious but I didn’t. In fact some of the humour was probably lost on me, but the pathos, the sadness, the joy of finding themselves had me in tears for most of the last few chapters. Shame the men were all such twats.
Many thanks to The Pigeonhole for giving me the opportunity to read this along with my fellow Pigeons in advance of publication.

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