Rating: 3 out of 5.

This was a contemporary fiction novel set in England that follows the crumbling of Alexandra Small’s life as she goes through a very public divorce from her famous footballer husband. Alexandra works at a firm handling public relation problems for high profile clients. She and her husband are going through fertility treatments to start a family. We quickly discover that Alexandra’s husband is a bit more invested in starting a family that she is, and he dismisses any hesitation she expresses. We discover that he’s cheating on Alexandra when it’s splashed across the front pages of the tabloids. She moves out of their luxury apartment and into the cramped quarters of one of her best friends and her best friend’s child.

Alexandra’s life continues it’s downward spiral as she loses her job and finds unflattering stories about her splashed all over the British tabloids. They have taken her husband’s side, despite the fact that he cheated on her. Add to that a domineering mother, and unsympathetic sister, and a vengeful journalist and Alexandra is definitely not living her best life at the moment.

This book was a miss for me. It had some lighthearted moments, but all in all, the book was one miserable thing after another, and I didn’t find Alexandra the least bit funny or likeable. She was the “victim” during the entire book and did very little to improve her situation. Perhaps it was because for someone that worked as a PR person and was supposedly on the partner track at her firm, she did absolutely NOTHING to help herself in the British press, or in any other avenue of her life. I mean, what? I get suspending belief, but this was just baffling to me. I think the author should have given her a different occupation because what she does, or rather, doesn’t do, to defend herself, or at the very least, get the press to stop publishing one horrible story after another, was unbelievable. As things got worse, as a professional public relations person, I couldn’t believe she would do nothing and it took me out of the story and I couldn’t get over it.

I listened to the book, and oftentimes had a hard time understanding the narrator. She was also a bit monotone and it was often hard to distinguish one person from another. That made it difficult to enjoy the book as well. Perhaps if I’d read the book, I would have enjoyed it more. This is just my opinion, of course, and other people may very well enjoy this book immensely. I just don’t think it was for me.

I received a complimentary copy of this book from Love Book Tours. All opinions are my own.