It's an interesting tale about "agony aunts" and infidelity. Lizzie is an agony aunt and she loves it. She's anxious about going to an office meeting and doing something to embarrass herself. she meets Matt after he moves in and saves her from the unwanted attentions of a fellow dj. They're attracted to each other and it looks as if a romance is in the works. It's too bad Matt can't bring himself to tell Lizzie he's married. Further complications arise when Lizzie responds to a letter asking for help from a woman trying to get advice to save her marriage and it turns out to be Matt's wife of five years, Rachel. Talk about messy!I liked the story somewhat, but to me the side story of Lizzie's best friend and room mate Clare, was much more exciting. I wish there was more of her or at least a short story or another book about her. I think the most interesting thing about this book was that none of the characters were black and white. They all had shades of grey.
So I had hopes (not necessarily high hopes, just hopes) for this book, but I was really disappointed with it. Just another lame girl doing lame things over an equally lame boy. I must be a glutton for punishment, because I did check out another book from the same author, but I decided I will give her another chance. If I'm disappointed again there will be no going back for thirds. PS: Also- this is a british author and I did not care for the publisher's choice for single quotations for speech rather than double quotations.
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Lizzie Ford is an agony aunt, or advice columnist in London. She has a magazine column and a call in radio show, through which she dispenses advice. Never lucky in love herself Lizzie thins her luck might have changed when she meet's Matt at the company party and things heat up fast. Till a bomb is dropped that Matt is married. Now, Lizzie has some choices to make and it doesn't help that she has been giving advice and forming a friendship with a women who has gotten lost in her career and is t
—Emily