Don’t You Want Me (India Knight)
(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5)
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Yesterday I reviewed an excellent book to take on vacation. Today, I’m at home with a cold, and what does a gal want when she’s home ill, neither sick enough nor well enough to sleep, with nothing on the television? A cup of tea, a good book and … why is there never any chocolate when you need it??? Well, at least I’ve got the tea and the book. And this book, Don’t You Want Me - light, cheery, gleefully raunchy, not-your-mamma’s-romance-novel that it is - is a perfect choice. Not usually a speedy reader, I got through this decent sized tome in an afternoon and enjoyed every naughty detail. The authoress is probably better known in the UK right now for her highly successful low carb diet books, Neris and India’s Idiot-Proof Diet and Cookbook, but this novel has me reaching for her other fictional works (although I’m not convinced the Idiot-Proof diet is completely non-fiction - I, for instance, became more than idiot enough to foil the diet in only 3 weeks, but then they do state that it isn’t perhaps the best option for vegetarians).
Roughly, and without giving anything away, the book follows a few months in the life of half-English, half-French Stella de la Croix, mother to 18-month-old Honey, and her birdwatching ex Rupert, Honey’s father, manipulative art dealer Dominic, hunky-but-ginger (red-headed) artist lodger Frank, campy father visiting from Paris, and new friend Louisa, the only other sane person at the Happy Bunnies playgroup, as Stella attempts to re-enter the world of dating and sex and dinner parties while avoiding her marsupial neighbor, Tim. It’s all too easy to identify with Stella, particularly when she has her insecurities hanging out, but the book does not disappoint and is over all too quickly.