I don’t tend to get particularly excited about chick lit anymore. I’ve read an awful lot and often, these days, I don’t even make it past the first page before thinking “who cares?” but for some reason, I was keen to read Pippa Wright’s debut Lizzy Harrison Loses Control as soon as I saw the cover. I started reading it straight away (which is very unlike me, usually books linger on my shelves for months if not years)… and then didn’t want to put it down.
The back cover blurb compares the book to Sophie Kinsella, but Lizzy wastes no time in pointing out that she has no truck with dippy, ditsy, “useless” heroines of modern romance novels and I really liked the fact that Lizzy gets herself into situations fairly common to chick lit, but is never, as the saying goes, TSTL (too stupid to live). I felt confident that she was going to behave like a normal person and I wouldn’t have to slam the book down in irritation.
If I had one complaint it’s that the arrival of the love interest is so blindingly obvious, a flag with ‘LOVE INTEREST’ on it might as well have popped up out of the book, but apart from that I really enjoyed it. Really looking forward to Wright’s next book.