I loved Vanity Fair, on my reading list at uni I was pretty intimidated by it, but what I discovered was a witty satire teeming energy thanks to the anti heroine, Becky Sharp.
And so I was drawn to Becky by Sarah May. And at first I loved it, the way it pulls on the threads of modern society, and I enjoyed Becky’s unapologetic rise through the social ranks. 
I became more uncomfortable when the lines of fiction became blurred and it moved from being a retelling of Vanity Fair to taking whole chunks of an actual persons reality. To me, it seemed obvious that Becky is modelled on Rebekah Brooks, the CEO of I think it was News International, who was heavily implicated in the phone hacking scandal. But that a child abduction mirroring Milly Dowler’s was also used as a central plot device left me with more than a bit of a bad taste that I struggled to get past.