Matt Howard is the author of 4 novels, each set in a different city. They are Street Furniture, Taking Off, Ethan Grout, and The Time is Now, Monica Sparrow.
To me the doyens of lad-lit are Nick Hornby, Tony Parsons and their Aussie wingman, Nick Earls. This, by Matt Howard, was not in the same league, but nevertheless was an enjoyable summer read - non-taxing and flowing. Is it perverse of this reader to be put off a book by a single incident, minor in the scheme of the storyline? This was the supposed crash of a Lufthansa airliner at Perth Airport that cut short the lives of the main character's parents. Why did they have to die in such an imaginary momentous event? Why not just a simple car accident? Am I being overly protective of Australia's fine air safety record despite Qantas' best efforts to be our first serious statistic? That being said, why Lufthansa - why indeed not Qantas?????????? Apart from this irritant (to me) and a few grating f-bombs, it is hard to be too critical of this pleasant read - a read without any pretensions of great literary merit. The book is populated by likeable people with only minor blemishes, and the bro and romances (actual and hoped for)are engaging enough to induce further reading until outcomes are attained. Other readers could do worse than this offering to break up the demands of weightier tomes, and for that purpose I intend to check out Matt Howard's other offerings, including his brand new release.
A relaxed read, not much tension in what happened. Even the issues dealt with felt like it all went too smoothly. But perhaps this was meant as a book that would leave you feeling positive about changes in life. I do have to admit I liked a good deal of the desciptive sentences used in this.