Bit of a strange book, I wasn't totally sure I liked it, neither was I totally sure I disliked it.
It starts off introducing us to Madeleine Smith, a 41yr old who is a little on the plump side and hasn't had sex since she was 26 which was when she moved in with her mother to look after her and Maddy's life ended. Her mum died and she moved to live in a small 1 bed flat at the top of a large house. Maddy had no friends to speak of, just her older sister, and she worked in a call centre dealing with parking charges for the council, she was trying to write a book but getting nowhere with it.
She led a lonely, uninspiring boring existence, but she had another hobby which consumed her. She was in love with an american actor Chet Vincent, she had all his films and knew them backwards, as well as everything there was to know about him. One day she arrived at work to hear the staff speaking of Chet Vincent's death, he had fell off a yacht. She was devastated and over the coming days began to make mistakes at work, and then heard that parking services was to be downsized and her job was on the line, her boring job.
The flat opposite her was empty. Then one day she met a scruffy man on the steps outside who jumped in after she opened the front door. He said his name was David Powell and he had just moved in but had lost his key and had got in touch with the landlord but it was going to be a long wait before he could get in. He sat down on the floor outside his door. Maddy who was already wrinkling her nose as he smelt a bit whiffy, made an unexpected decision, even to her, and invited him for a cup of tea while he waited. He took off his shoes and his socks were holey and his feet stank. She really wanted rid of him very quickly. He got his key and she didn't see him for days.
I think you can guess what's coming here, and she begins to like him, really like him, and enjoys his company. Then he announces he has to go away to Paris for work, he is a freelance photographer and has already taken her photo and make her look gorgeous. David would be away for 6wks. Maddy finds she misses him and his conversations. Then David reappears and tells her who he really is behind the wig, dirty clothes, bad teeth and face make-up. I think you can see who this is, but really you could see who this was from the moment he went into her flat. He is a remarkably good actor.
I won't say much more except to say that the bedroom scenes went on a bit too long and became boring. And they eventually parted before Maddy realised she was pregnant. David, obviously not his real name, turns up on the night of the Oscars in Hollywood and unmasks revealing his real self and makes some disparaging remarks about the Oscars, Hollywood and most of all his fiancee Maria Esposito. He wins an Oscar but is ostracised.
Then we come to the very last page or two in the book where Chet is living in his californian mansion with his screenwriter wife Maddy and his little son David. And that was that. I'm still really not sure whether I liked this book, but on the plus side it wasn't that long a read.