I was so desperate to read this book before it came out and my friend Vicki loaned it to me aaaaaages ago, but then, for some reason, I didn’t get around to reading it and the longer I left it, the… longer I left it. But after a disappointing run of ‘grown-up fiction’ (I started – and gave up on – three novels) I decided Lisa Jewell had never let me down before and so started reading…
… and I absolutely loved it. Let me start by saying it’s not chick lit. I used to be on board with the term – god knows, I edited a chick lit website – and then, for a while, I thought it could be reclaimed, but now I’m sick of it. This book is not chick lit. My new definition is ‘would it be called ‘chick lit’ if it had been written by a man?’ and, no, it would not. If this book had been written by, say, David Nicholls, it wouldn’t be called chick lit and so it’s not chick lit. And that’s my final word on the subject. (You know. For now.)
Much like Me Before You by Jojo Moyes (also NOT chick lit!), I didn’t love the sound of this novel – the donor sibling register? Hmm. But of course I trusted Lisa and I was right to do so. I fell in love with every character in this book. It’s funny, warm, thought-provoking and life-affirming. And two days running it almost made me late for the school run because I was so happily reading away in bed that I lost track of time.
And now you should read Vicki’s wonderful review of The Making of Us. Thanks so much for the book, Vicki!