This book so badly wants to be Bridget Jones.

I didn’t realise until after I started it’s actually the second in a series. The first half of the book drags on and on, I’m not sure why more time couldn’t be invested in creating a better relationship between reader and character. I found both Sofia and Conall distant and hard to get to know, partly because I missed the first book but partly because they are badly written. Sofia is hardly the feminist heroine I was promised from the blurb. She spends half the book sitting around waiting for her husband to pull his shit together. She’s infuriatingly passive, and only gets a backbone in he last chapter.