Patricia Scanlan is one of the few chick-lit authors I read, and I think this is one of her best books. (It's the sequel to her "Promises, Promises", but I read this one first.)
It's 1969 in Dublin, and things are going all sorts of wrong for Chris Wallace, womanising shit extraordinaire. His wife, Suzy, finds out about the affair he's having with her best friend, Alexandra, and throws him out of the house. Alexandra doesn't actually like him (or anyone, really; she's what they had in mind when they invented the term "ballbreaker"), but she allows him, grudgingly, to move in with her. Ellen, the woman he impregnated and abandoned seven years ago has clawed her life back up out of the abyss that is single motherhood in mid-20th-century Ireland, but despite the presence of a new - and decent - man in her life, she still can't quite seem to resist Chris.
All of which makes it sound like the book is about Chris, but it's not. It's about Ellen, mostly, and also about the other women whose lives Chris has affected. It's about Ellen rebuilding her life, starting her own business, dealing with her mother (Sheila is a wonderful example of the Irish Mammy), coping with her daughter's questions, trying to finally cut loose from Chris and accept what Doug is offering. It's about Suzy, angry and bitter, wreaking revenge on Chris and Alexandra (and oh, what wonderful revenge she wreaks on Alexandra!) It's about Alexandra, realising what a monstrous mistake getting together with Chris was...and somehow managing to come out on top (by her standards) anyway.
And this is a book set in a world I know. Not quite a world I live in - I was born in the year it's set in - but a world I remember, at least in part, and a world that hasn't entirely gone away even yet. I love this book as much for its setting as its story.
(This is not actually the edition I have, but Goodreads for some reason doesn't seem to have the 1998 Poolbeg paperback with the red cover with the mirror on the front.)