The Greatest Love Story of All Time

by Lucy Robinson

'The new Marian Keyes . . . romantic and laugh-out-loud hilarious' Cosmopolitan

Fran's turning 30 and life is good.

She's somehow bagged herself a Very Posh Job and her outlandishly handsome and talented boyfriend Michael is taking her to the Ritz, with something that looks suspiciously like a ring box in his pocket.

But by the end of the evening Fran is sobbing in bed with a bottle of cheap brandy and one of Michael's old socks.

EVERYTHING has gone wrong and she doesn't know what to do.

But then her friends come up with a plan, and so begins the greatest love story of all time . . .

Fans of Sophie Kinsella, Rosie Walsh and Mhairi McFarlane will love this heartwarming, romantic and funny novel filled with twists and turns.

'An absolute must-read' Huffington Post

'Refreshingly playful' Red

'Many novels claim to be laugh-out-loud funny, but this debut actually is . . . Prepare for public-transport belly laughs' Glamour

• ISBN10: 0241952980
• ISBN13: 9780241952986
• Publish Date: 12 April 2012
• Publish Status: Active
• Publish Country: GB
• Imprint: Penguin Books Ltd
• Format: Paperback (B-Format (198x129 mm))
• Pages: 496
• Language: English

Reviews

[SilverThistle]

The single defining reason that this was a terrible read for me was Fran's Scottish friend, Dave. Yes, he's funny and yes he's a good friend to Fran but as soon as he called her by the cute little 'nickname' he had for her I couldn't bear him.

I'm Scottish so I've heard that word used plenty, and in it's proper context. It's really NOT a nice name to be called. It certainly isn't a name to be used in affection for a close (female) friend by a man. *shudder*

There's no grey area here, it's just simply not a name anyone would want to be called. It's derogatory. The word might sound harmless to someone who's unsure of the meaning, but it's really not.

Had it been used once I might have been able to overlook it. Maybe. But it's used over and over and over. If Dave were real he'd find himself without any friends if he persisted in calling them that name.

I can only assume the Author knows the word from a Scottish acquaintance and used it without knowing the connotations. It was a terrible choice of word. If she had even checked the Urban Dictionary she'd have been in no doubt that it was a poor choice.

For me, that word just sucked all the joy out of reading this and I abandoned it.

Note: I received this book from the publisher