Halfway through this book I really thought this was going to be my first "bad" review of the year because it was ranging from "meh" to "I can't be bothered with this" (so 2 - 1 stars), and I couldn't really put my finger on why, although with hindsight I suspect it had something to do with it falling into the "modern memoirs of young white women in very privileged positions who spent most of their spare time drunk and shagging unsuitable men" and believe me when I say I know this area of life experience only too well, so I will fully admit it was my trigger and I own that! But it did pull me in a little closer once the author had had her baby, and I am glad I read it to the end because it had some lovely tender moments in it and some very astute and accurate observations about modern motherhood, particularly from the narrative of a single mother, something we still have problems with in our society.

Would I read another book by the author, probably not. Would I recommend to some of my friends (like the ones who are also white women in very privileged positions who once upon a time spent most of their spare time drunk and shagging unsuitable men)? Probably, yes!