I’m hesitant to classify this book as chick lit because there are few things I hate more than the phrase “chick lit,” but in this case it was the first thing that sprang to mind when I was trying to describe it. Funnily enough, the book’s central character is male, so that probably places it firm...
If you have a moment, go and look in your freezer. That's how Margret stocks our freezer too. She doesn't buy one of anything. She waits until she finds it, 'Buy Two – Get One Free,' and then she buys nine. Moreover, she can't manage to suppress an indulgent smile – as though I'm a father telling...