Twenty-nine-year-old Jess wakes up on New Year’s Day a touch hungover and a whole lot confused. The man in bed next to her is not her boyfriend, Ben. In fact, she doesn’t even remember Not-Ben’s name. It won’t be the first time she finds herself in a questionable situation in a year that proves her new single-in-the-city lifestyle is far from the glamorous, Sex And The City world she’s been promised on TV. Between hacking through last year’s leg hair, accidentally snogging someone who may well be her cousin, getting hit over the head with a sex toy that isn’t even hers, and ending the night with a walk of shame into her parent’s garage, Jess’s single life is turning out more cockroaches than cocktails.
‘The morning after memoires’ starts with the scene where Jess wakes up next to a man she doesn’t know. After that, you’ll never hear about the man again, or so you think. The book runs from one NYE to another and in that year, Jess goes through more men and drunk nights than Bridget Jones. She can’t stop complaining about how awful her life is, but the only solution she finds is getting drunk and living with her parents.
I liked the idea of the morning after memoires, and I certainly wanted to find out what would happen to Jess and if she’d see the unknown man ever again, the selfpity Jess has throughout the book, made it feel like a bit of a Bridget Jones wannabe who didn’t know where she wanted to go in life. And that’s a shame, because the story could’ve been the next Bridget Jones, but it just isn’t.
It’s a fun beach read, but not much more. I wish I could be more positive about it, but it wasn’t the story for me, even though I got interested in it by reading the summary.
DetailsThe morning after memoirs by Kate Michaels
Published by Ago Publishing
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