Crestfallen.
After so much excellence, this one - looking at it in context of the other four - comes across as an opportunistic exercise by the publisher, cashing in on the momentum of her being hot, but I found it unsatisfying, just a bit of blatant bloke-bashing (and okay, this guy needed a bit of bloke-bashing), when heaps of her writing is so much better than this, and surely Faber could've waited for something loftier.
It's about 9k words, but put out in a bigger font and a down-sized book size, looks more like it's going to be for the ten-year-old market. Just about expect pictures.
She writes this one as the main male character - a wishy washy adult Dublin accountant - but can't help doing it really from his partner's point of view, a strong-minded French live-in, but I just came away feeling it missed its mark, whatever that was. The writing is good, the story trivial. In my opinion. Waiting with breath held and crest fallen to see what Keegan does next.
Cheers....
T.R.E.
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