Every time I have my usual malling, I never failed to catch a quick stopover at a bookstore (National Bookstore or BOOKSALE). I would browse books from my favourite authors. And one day, while having an aimless look at the books, I was lucky in Booksale. That I almost flapped in delight. I bumped in to this super sale, hard bound book from my Madeleine Wickham aka Sophie Kinsella - the 40 Love. (I've been rooting for Sophie Kinsella since I read her Shopaholic series). Get this, I bought the book for Php40. Pretty much a catch!
Fast forward to the actual leafing through the pages (I did not mean to insinuate I did not enjoy it, Haha). I find it surprising I was actually dragging myself finishing the book. Maybe, it was the story I was never excited about… it was full of negativity. There's too much drama surrounding the characters and all were unravelled in their two-day stint in the house of the Chances. I was shell-shocked with so many clashes between Cressida and her husband, who still has the hots for his ex, Ella. Patrick, to get his bonus, tricks Stephen into buying his investment funds. Stephen, later on, developed a rift with his wife, Annie for not telling her about the investment fund.
Moreover, the tennis party (or tennis per se) did not interest me so much. I think I just had enormous expectation from the book knowing the usual chick lit from Sophie Kinsella.
Here's is the summary from goodreads:
Everyone wins this game of literary tennis, a comedy of manners about envy in which Wickham skewers the nouveau riche. At their country estate, Patrick Chance and his wife host a weekend tennis party. As four couples gather on the sunny terrace, it seems obvious who among them is succeeding, and who is falling behind. But by the end of the party, nothing will be quite as certain. While the couples’ children amuse themselves with pony rides and rehearsals for a play, the adults suffer a series of personal revelations and crises. Wickham’s nonstop action reveals at every turn that matters may not be as they seem, and in the end one thing is crystal clear: the weekend is about anything but tennis