Oh Madeleine Wickham, how you continue to disappoint me, even as your pseudonym generally leaves me happy. While "Sophie Kinsella" epitomizes all that is right with chick lit--the frothy story lines, the witty one-liners, the pratfalls, the likable naivete of the main characters--in her books, Madeleine Wickham does the opposite. The word that always rises to the forefront of my consciousness when I read Wickham is "SPITE." Characters are so SPITEFUL. Also, as opposed to naivete, characters are short-sighted and ignorant, which doesn't make for enjoyable reading. HOWEVER, I have to give the author props for the continued relevance of her subject matter, despite this novel's having been published originally 15 years ago. On the backburner of the plot is a couple who face financial ruin after discovering they are Lloyds of London investors the early 1990's, a startling cautionary tale about corporate oversight that, had people been paying attention to this mildly successful (in its time in the UK) chick lit publication, might have prevented our current recession. It's less surprising when you consider that Madeleine Wickham was a financial journalist prior to the publication of this book.