What? I’ve only just got around to reading Hot Mess, by that witty, talented Lucy Vine? Me, late to the party? Hell, I’m just glad I managed to arrive!
I don’t know about you, but having a child has got me into some kind of a crazy life backlog. Some might say I’m a veritable hot mess.
Yep, that’s right. I’m behind with the feather dusting, I’ve no idea what the fashion is these days, and my stockpile of books to read? Dude, you don’t want to know.
So apologies for rocking up with a book review for a novel that’s been cracking people up for longer than my toddler, but, you know. That’s mumming. (AKA handing your life over to the Borg.)
Whilst my friends were raving about the genius publication that is Hot Mess, I was knee deep in icky green nappies, and trying to remember what the insides of my eyelids looked like.
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Hot Mess and Prosecco
But worry not, senoritas; my chick lit reading is back with a vengeance. Continue reading “Three Scorching Reasons to Read Hot Mess”