So here we are on the second one of the story that’s been written about the infamous Billy and Sophie….
Which is funny (in my head because I’m not that keen on oranges at the moment due to my taste buds, aka Billy Boy!) Yes we have a nickname for him, it started with OB but Billy Boy seems to be more appropriate!
Let’s merge two reviews into one, just for the hell of it! (I’m SUCH a rebel!) The obvious reason is because both books are written by the same author, and I would normally do these separate but I literally finished the first one and couldn’t wait to see what happens so went and bought the next one straight away. (Hey I’m sure I’m not the first and I know I won’t be the last!!!)
I’m beginning to like this writer more and more, firstly she is awesome and secondly she’s super awesome!! Ha ha, but seriously not only is she a writer after previously being a journalist but she’s also a celebrity mother to Buzz and Buddy her 2 adorable boys whom she has with husband McFly band member Tom Fletcher. She’s got a pretty high profile life yet always comes across as down to earth and pretty laid back.
So I was sat eating my bowl of museli this morning whilst watching Good Morning Britain (which by the way has gone downhill since Piers Morgan has been on it, but I still watch it when he’s not presenting) just getting my daily top new stories. Everyone does it, well most people! I’m still sitting on fence about whether to leave the EU or not, so I seem to be watching more news lately to see if anything sways me, but sadly nothing! But that’s another story!
One day, sitting in traffic, married Dublin mum Stella Sweeney attempts a good deed. The resulting car crash changes her life.
For she meets a man who wants her telephone number (for the insurance, it turns out). That’s okay. She doesn’t really like him much anyway (his Range Rover totally banjaxed her car). But in this meeting is born the seed of something which will take Stella thousands of miles from her old life, turning an ordinary woman into a superstar, and, along the way, wrenching her whole family apart.
Is this all because of one ill-advised act of goodwill? Was meeting Mr Range Rover destiny or karma? Should she be grateful or hopping mad? For the first time real, honest-to-goodness happiness is just within her reach. But is Stella Sweeney, Dublin housewife, ready to grasp it?
You know when you have one of those weeks when you feel like you’ve not done much? No? It’s just me then! I just feel like the week has gone and before I know it it’s the weekend again!