Liz Jones’s diary (how one single girl got married) is a hilarious and often heartbreakingly honest account of one relationship, from being stood up by the love of her life on Millennium Eve, to when she first meets a much younger and highly unsuitable man, through falling in love, living together and, finally, getting married.
I believe the book is a compilation of her various columns over the years, which actually works better than I thought. Jones’s style of writing and her tone throughout are absolutely perfect. You feel as if you’re catching up with an old friend over coffee rather than reading the ramblings of a (extremely high-maintenance) woman you’ve never met. Liz Jones is very different to me as a person, but I could still relate to much of what she was writing about, particularly in the first two parts of the book. I will admit I grew to dislike her more as the book went on as I struggled to decide if she was just being a bitch to her husband or if he was just being inherently lazy. I think maybe the point was that both were true, and it just highlighted the need for communication in a relationship – though maybe not intentionally.
I don’t usually quote parts of books in reviews, but I identified so strongly with this bit that I had to include it. “I never think I am worth getting to know. I never know what to say at parties. I worry I am boring. Not clever enough. So the thought of someone finding me attractive AND interesting, well, that just ain’t going to happen.” I mean, who hasn’t had at least one of those thoughts at some point in their lives; if not all of them? I think the fact that I could relate to Liz pretty much the whole way through was a real plus point for me and it made me really want to read until the end to see how things turned out.
If you’re looking for a book that’s a bit of fun and doesn’t require your undivided attention throughout, this is it. It’s quirky, it’s fun and it’s an insight into dating and relationships from a perspective that’s bound to resonate with most people.