This seems a very slight book to be considered for the Women’s Prize. The characters are just place holders for the bare-bones plot, the tone is aggressively sentimental, and some of the dialogue is cringingly unfunny. It’s not terrible, but I don’t know what would make it stand out from thousands of others as worthy of a prize.

Addendum: The ending was so bad I actually said “Oh God!” out loud in an empty room. The sickening fluffiness of everyone and everything was bad enough, Plus the character whose only method of communicating was malapropism, and the unfathomable behaviour of several characters. And then there was the presentation of the act of bearing a child as something magical that basically immediately elevates you to sainthood. 

But nothing was as bad as that ending :-( So cheesy. So unrealistic. So telegraphed. So tasteless.