It’s not really a spoiler — because it’s right there on the back cover — but I had a really hard time getting into this book because they killed Mark Darcy! I loved, loved Darcy. And he’s gone. It’s like Mockingbird with a crazy Peeta — it just does not work because it has lost its very soul.
Once I cried and mourned (truly, I cried and mourned for Darcy), I tried to give this book a chance. It is classic Bridget Jones except now she texts instead of emails, and she is on Twitter.
The formula is the same. She is chasing the wrong many all the while you see the absolutely right one waiting in the wings. The formula is predictable, but it is still enjoyable.
There is a lot of sex and a lot of swearing in this book so stay clear if you do not want to read a book that drops the F bomb on nearly every page.