It’s Not Me, It’s You is a break up bible with a difference: this one will help you get over the end of your relationship and gives you some hilarious stories from other girls who have survived break-ups.
It’s jam-packed with stories - from good relationships, bad relationships and just plain ugly relationships and is a must-read if you’re looking for a little pick-me-up.
When the paperback of Chris Manby’s last novel, Crazy In Love, came out I noticed she’d changed her name to Chrissie Manby. The reason? Chrissie was fed up of being mistaken for a man! Her 14th book Getting Over Mr. Right is released on the 4th February 2010. I love the cover and love the synopsis even more and can’t wait to read it:
After more than two years together, Ashleigh is just waiting for Michael to pop the question. She’s sure she’s met her Mr Right. But Michael has other things on his mind - namely, an interior designer from Brazil with big hair and an even bigger chest. Out of the blue, Ashleigh finds she’s dumped. Via Facebook.
Ashleigh is not the sort of girl to take this news lying down. Instead, she embarks on a calamitous campaign to win Michael back. She’s staking everything she’s got. She may have lost her man, but has she also lost the plot?
The third installment of Lucy Cavendish‘s Samantha Smythe series, A Storm In A Teacup, is due out in April 2010 and it sounds like an amusing read. I haven’t read the previous two so will have to see if I can pick them up!:
Samantha Smythe is time poor. With six mouths to feed she doesn’t even have time for a bath and, in a bid for some undemanding company, has started to talk to the flowers in the garden.
She’s sure things will get better with some holiday sea air. It will be perfect – rock-pooling and chips on the beach. But things are never that simple and soon eldest son Edward is experimenting with Bacardi Breezers and girls in G-strings, middle son Bennie doesn’t want to wear any clothes and why is Samantha’s husband never there when she needs him? Does Samantha have more to worry about than sand in the bed and yummy mummies on the beach or is it all just a storm in a teacup?
