Als Georgia Abbott erachter komt dat haar geliefde haar niet trouw is, besluit ze haar drukke leven in Londen vaarwel te zeggen. Ze solliciteert bij Glow Magazine, een glossy vrouwenblad in Australië. Want wat heeft ze te verliezen? Georgia pakt haar koffers en vertrekt naar Sydney, waar de zon altijd schijnt en waar alle mannen op Mel Gibson lijken - alleen dan een beetje langer. Sydney blijkt een party town bij uitstek, en Georgia stort zich al snel in een roes van feestjes, drank, en liefde - heel veel liefde. Algauw blijkt echter dat Australische mannen al net zo onbetrouwbaar zijn als hun soortgenoten thuis. Waarom zijn toch alle mannen die Georgia ontmoet getrouwd, gay, ontrouw, of gewoon niet de moeite waard? Haar nieuwe collega's bij Glow Magazine maken het allemaal nog een beetje erger. Voor hen is elke relatieramp stof voor een smeuïg artikel, en Georgia is hard op weg om voorpaginanieuws te worden...
Maggie Alderson is a British-Australian author (that’s how I’m supposed to write it, but I’m not very good at talking about myself in the third person, so I’m going to can it).
I was born in London, brought up in rural Staffordshire, and educated at the University of St Andrews - and then at the University of Life, Sydney campus.
I spent many years covering the fashion shows in Paris, Milan, London etc which is the best people watching ever (I had to remind myself to look at the models…).
An obsessed bookworm since childhood, all I wanted to do from the age of six was write books. I also hoovered up every magazine and newspaper I could lay my hands on and by the time I was a teenager was determined to edit a magazine and be a newspaper columnist.
I have edited five magazines (including British ELLE) and my Style Notes column ran in the Good Weekend colour supplement for twelve years, as well as being syndicated to The Times.
My first novel Pants on Fire was published in 2000 and was a bestseller in the UK and Australia. I’ve written eight more novels since, which have been translated into many languages.
I’ve also published four collections of my columns and a children’s book called Evangeline, the Wish Keeper’s Helper, which was shortlisted for the Prime Minister’s Award in Australia.
My latest novel is called The Scent of You and is the story of perfume blogger Polly, facing up to a crisis in her marriage – and her sense of who she is - told through a filter of her obsession with perfumes (and also featuring very well dressed, seriously damaged, red-hot men, which are my speciality).
The book was inspired by attending perfume events in London and realising just how many fascinating people there are in that world (and a fair few brilliant nutters).
I grew up reading the Good Weekend every Saturday, and Maggie Alderson's fashion column was a great piece of soft journalism. It was something I looked for each weekend, even though I was the sort of kid who didn't put much store in clothes and who was most comfortable in grass-stained jeans and a loose ponytail. It was the kind of writing that illuminated a world and a topic I'd otherwise have virtually no interest in.
I'm not a big fan of chick-lit and romance, and the cover is not misleading - that is pretty much exactly what this is. A romance about an Englishwoman who comes to live in Sydney, dreaming of an Akubra-clad farmer who can help her to repair her broken heart, and the strange and interesting characters she meets and falls in love/hate with. But like the article in the Good Weekend, I found the characters interesting and nuanced, and the pacing fluid. I liked the way so many characters had such dimension to them- a sort of Birmingham-esque love-story to weird flatmates and workmates and the sorts of people who live in a certain set of Sydney, or who populate a certain type of person's late-twenties early thirties.
Long story short, I liked this more than I thought I'd like it. Much of the story is predictable to the genre, but the journey - the people you meet along the way and the way Alderson writes about them- really adds a dimension I didn't know to expect there. Stumbling across it in my bookshelf was like stumbling across the Alderson articles in the Good Weekend decades ago, and being quite pleasantly and familiarly surprised.
What a ghastly book. No plot, the characters were stereotype losers with as much depth as a shallow grave, over-the-top try-hard settings, and frankly boring. It was like reading the diary of a 16 year old vacant bimbo's diary. The heroine, Georgia, was a pretentious sap who was completely undeserving of the hero, Rory, the only character in the book even remotely likeable (until the end when he leaves the country to go to "art school". I mean, seriously, they were supposed to be in their 30s, but acted like a group of immature teens, experimenting with sex and drugs and parties.
A waste of time.
And, in response to other readers, this rubbish is not representative of most of Australia. Thank god!
One day, after almost 3 years of engineering studies, I suddenly realized that a dear friend of mine, who I call My Brain, needed some more entertainment than integrating and drawing trusses. Going to a book store sounded like a perfect solution. Being me is not an easy task though. Quite simply indecisiveness is my middle name. Finding a perfect book, that would have hit my finny bone honestly required a great deal of patience.
After hours, literally spent on thumbing, I finally found a masterpiece! ‘Fabulously glamorous… highly entertaining’ ‘Wickedly funny and realistic (…)’ That’s what I found on its cover and what only reinforced my conviction. I was happily strutting around – proud of my choice and above all proud of MYSELF! Well… by the time I started reading my purchase for good… Now I’m 76 and my toxic relationship with that (wait a second.. how did I call it? a masterpiece?) unbelievably raving MASTERPIECE has been lasting for, let me count, 55 years?
I graduated from university, retired from work, even my existence is slowly winding down, but there’s still one constantly and invariably unfinished thing in my life– that damn book. Basically I can’t die in peace because of it. The only thing that actually makes me happy is the thought of my dear enemy to whom I will bequeath the most precious possession of mine if I finally complete my biggest challenge and depart from this life after reading the closing line. Read books, they said, it would be fun, they said…
argh. this book is zapping my brain cells, one at a time. I think I'm losing IQ points as I keep reading... This book is doing a disservice to all Australians, especial those from Sydney :(
Pants on Fire by new to me author Maggie Alderson was an enjoyable story but fell flat for me with character development. I thought Australians, in general, were painted in a negative light in this story as party animals who spend their lives boozing it up, popping pills and snorting lines left and right and indiscriminately sleeping with whoever crosses their path. I honestly could not understand why Georgia would waste her time hanging around these people. I get that they showered her with affection and adoration, and she really needed that in her life at the moment, but it seemed to go on longer than it should. Maybe it’s just me (and it probably is), but I would think if you moved to another country to get over your cheating ex of a fiancé, the last thing you would immerse yourself in is more of the immoral personality types you left behind.
The relationship dynamics I did enjoy witnessing Georgia having were those with Debbie’s family. The reader is led to believe that Georgia’s only family is a brother living in Scotland, so making a family type connection seems to be what Georgia needs more than the debauchery she has been engaging in. Though I didn’t believe these encounters Georgia embarked on were meaningful or healthy for her in any way, I was entertained by the antics of Antony and his friends.
I wish Georgia and Rory got themselves sorted out before the end (and I mean the very end) of the book. It was obvious from the beginning that they were meant to be together, obvious to everyone, but them, of course. I rolled my eyes so hard at this, I gave myself several brain cramps.
My Final Verdict: If you are looking for a light and fluffy read that gives you a tour around Sydney, Australia and the surrounding area or a silly chick-lit story featuring people that just “want to have fun”, then give this one a go. If you prefer strong character development and stories with characters who are capable of getting their act together before the last chapter, you may want to pass on this one.
To be fair, I've awarded this quirky book three stars. That first sentence promised so much, yet the book delivered so little. And it delivered it in many, many, many pages. Still, I smiled a few times and may have even chuckled a time or two. It's chick lit. What else is there to say?
The bad news: There is a character called Liinda. No, that is not a typo. This bugged me no end. For obvious reasons. What was the point? Georgia's gay friends meet on occasion and call one another by their mothers' names. After that scene, I gave up trying to work out who was who. It didn't matter. There wasn't much of a plot, really, and I'm not even sure this was Georgia's story.
At some point I did invest in Debbie's story. Without that plot line, I'd have given it up for a lost cause. Oh, and Scoobs the dog was a great addition to the cast. Loved Scoobs!
Light reading, funny moments, light hearted tears and laughs. This book is what it promises: an easy read that makes you only a tiny bit tense but mainly enjoy every page. No big drama, no big conflict. Just lovey dovey stories of someone going through a break up, moving to the other side of the world, and finding herself as a woman after a long relationship.
This is not a book about deep meanings of life, turbulent times and big reflections.
does everyone in Sydney REALLY snort cocaine, guzzle litres and litres of alcohol almost daily, party like it's 1999, have meaningless intercourse with a dozen or more people before still not finding Mr (or Mrs) right, and swear like an old sailor? are fag hags really that prevalent in our Sydney, and is it OK to give these impressions if not? here, i think, is a perfect example of a "modern" book going a little "too hard" to try and be cool (unfortunately also, this seems to be women authors with this affliction). now, don't get me wrong, i am giving this book a 4 star rating, and i DID pick it up and read and finish it within several hours, so i obviously enjoyed the story, but i do think there was a level of overkill with the coolness factor. here... let me try and explain better; i am guessing Mrs - Author - Lady has possibly been riding the WHITE PONY while writing her Book - To - End - All - Books. she has handed her story to Mr Editor Man and Mr Proof Reading Man who also took a wee ride on the WHITE PONY while sipping casually at a Coolest Colour Martini, or perhaps Something - Stronger (or perhaps more than a sip) Mrs Author Lady now has everyone in "her court" (or possibly she has them nicely tucked away in her Must - Be - Mentioned - Coz - I'm - Writing - A - Book - Cavernous - Vagina), and Mr Editor Man and Mr Proof Reader Man got all muffed up and were too wasted to proof read or edit... possibly ending up in a Orgy - of - Drugs - Sex - and - Drink with Mrs - Oh - So - Cool - Author and Her - Friends, and forgot to do their job.... And SO, the book has ended up a Coke - Snorting, Pill - Popping, Grog - Swilling, Fag - Loving, Sexing, Rooting, Humping, Cavorting Gang - Bang - of - Words... and people. Heads up, Ladies!!! snort yourself silly, drink yourself dry if you have to, sex everything that moves and push it if it doesn't move if you so desire, use whatever foul language you want in the privacy of your big Fuck - Off - Mansion - on - the - Hill - in - some - Posh - Suburb, but in public (public... look at that word for a minute Mrs Author Lady, Mr Editor Man - "public"..... "publish".... see the closeness here?)... let's act like ladies, shall we? i can go downtown any day and hear some foul language set to curl my eyebrows, I don't need to read it in every other damn book i pick up! The - Use - Of - Hyphens - and - Capital - Letters - to - Make - You - Sound - Cool - When - You - Can't - Be - Bothered - to - Find - Some - Better - Descriptive - Words - in - our - Rather - Extensive - English - Language... I-S - N-O-T - O-K!! ok, ok, enough of that, back to the story.... (if i can considering i may also now be Off - My - Head - with - Desire - Lust - Cocaine - Alcohol - and - Several - Other - Substances - and - Vices) ...the story is of a young journalist who has moved from London to Sydney, and straight into high glam, high intensity job and friendships. we follow her through her settling in to Sydney and meeting friends and lovers. it is basically a modernized, try - to - be - cool love story. and yes, in the end, she finds her man, although leaves awesome Australia to go back to London. Hmmmm, being an Aussie - that is NOT my idea of a happy ending - haha - Australia rules, she would have been better staying. jokes aside, it was a good read. maybe Sydney (or any city) life is actually like that, and more so in the glossy magazine / high society world; the work is well written and enjoyable, but i found that there was a whole lot too much swearing used throughout the story and i found it a little less enjoyable for that fact.
Goodness -- I'm exhausted from just reading about the lifestyles of these women! Is Australia really like that? Or did Maggie Alderson take a lot of liberties in describing the singles scene Down Under? Either way, I enjoyed my first romp into Australian chick lit.
I enjoyed the colorful language and imagery and am glad Alderson used the excessive behavior of her characters to illustrate the dangers of depression/drug use/eating disorders/etc. The book managed to touch on all those subjects without seeming preachy or overdone. And, of course, it stuck with the tried-and-true chick lit formula: Take one single woman working at a magazine, add a couple crazy friends, mix in a few romantic mishaps, throw in one divine Prince Charming, stir until a happy ending is reached, and voila!
Pants on Fire would've scored more points with me if Georgia Abbott worked in a retail store, had middle-class friends, and mingled at small house parties instead of grand balls, but it was an entertaining book as-is for any fan of the chick lit genre.
What a fluff novel! It was definitely fun hearing all that Brit/Aussie slang...but so much drugs and sex going on! The ending had a surprising twist and it was just a fun read. Not a lot of plot...but you need that every now and then!
Average. Easy to get into and follow, some cute characters, but a typical chick-lit. Not adding anything new to the world of literature, sorry Maggie! This is the type of book you read when on a long plane flight - simple, easy and cheerful.
It's like a car wreck. But you can't look away. Extra point because it's funny and it has great writing flow. Can be entertaining as a very-very-light reading material.
Georgia Abbott leaves London after a love affair gone wrong (her fiance cheats on her) and heads to Sydney where an exciting job on Glow magazine awaits her.
There she immerses herself in the Sydney party scene which is (apparently) willed with dancing, alcohol, drugs and lots of gorgeous gay men. Sounds like fun - maybe? She makes some good friends, has a few flings and realizes Australian men aren't so different from English men. Or perhaps it's just her. After 12 months she decides she's not cut out for Australia and may as well head home to London as the one decent man she met who set her heart racing clearly doesn't return her feelings. Does he follow her to the airport to dissuade her from leaving??
A fun, very light-hearted romp that had potential. It touched on a few sensitive issues such as drug addiction which I felt could have been explored a bit more while still keeping the book fun and entertaining. It didn't quite hit the mark with me - perhaps I'm too old for sex, drugs and rock-'n'-roll
Georgia works for Glow magazine and after getting over her broken engagement is offered a job down under! Every man she ever meets appears to be either married, taken or Gay. Can Australia help her get over her broken heart? Will she find her one down under?
I enjoyed reading "The scent of you." So naturally moved along to another Maggie Alderson book. I've not read most of them.
This book had a great storyline and it was lovely to share Georgia's experience of working out the Australian culture. While supporting her new friends through many traumas that they find in their life. Particularly getting to know Debbie was lovely.
However this book flits from one thing to another. Maybe because it turns our Nick and every other Australian man has slept with everyone. I felt like she moved from person to person slightly too quickly for me to be able to fully invest in the romance and fling she had with each person.
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A rather strange promiscuous , escapist tale with a sprinkle of romance set in Australia.
A bit of a difficult read because of the multi colourful characters and storyline jumping all over the place and not a read for the faint hearted but there is some humorous moments and moments of utter degradation.
This book tackles numerous difficult subjects reasonable which will not be to some readers tastes. However if you are a broad minded reader needing something different this may fit the bill.
I found this a tad difficult to review as some parts are written really well , some not so.
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I felt this book was sort of unrealistic. I don't think everyone in Sydney drinks every night, snorts cocaine, vapes, all that crap. I think Maggie went a bit too far and a bit too out there. I'm pretty sure this book was meant for an older audience but I read it anyway because I'm pretty mature for my age. It was really boring. Not because it wasn't meant for my age, but because it was boring. There was literally no plot line or base. It was funny but it wasn't gripping at all. Took me at least 2/3 weeks to read it and that's saying something. I suggest giving this book a miss.
This is about Georgia who moves to Australia after getting dumped by her boyfriend. London is different to Australia than she imagined. She starts working at Glow magazine and starts going to party’s and meeting different guys. Georgia went through guys and a couple of them turned out to be trouble but there’s Rory who we see now and then but he seems confusing as to why he doesn’t ask for her number and at the end Georgia decides to move back home and Rory says he will come with her so what was the point of going to Australia.
2 1/2 stars. I picked this up at one of my local free libraries - and I can see why it was put in there. By the middle of the book, I was getting bored with the umpteenth party. Was it just filler? Some of the language the characters used was a bit off, like it was taken from a touristy joke postcard. Australians on the whole do not talk like that. Root? That goes with Ace - slang used in the '80s. The ending was good though. It would've been a better book if it was a bit shorter with the filler removed.
The ending was a bit predictable - but who cares .. it was just the escapism I needed.
Girl splits up with long term love and moves to the other side of the world to find another - with some hilarious characters thrown into the mix the journey of love is a tumultuous one!
I really couldn’t relate to the try-hard, pretentious, wannabe socialite main character who oozes low self esteem. Utter trash without any relatable traits, this book should be a hard pass if there is anything else to read instead. What a crap book from an author I usually love.
I enjoyed this romance set in Sydney, Australia. The characters are young and crazy and lead exhausting lives only possible when young. I like the author's style and prefer the other two books by her with more mature characters and a more developed style.
It's a typical beach read. I'm a sucker for anything set in the city with a high glam atmosphere and a heroine who works in editing. Well written, not the ending I would have liked, but as you can imagine it's a happy one.
A fantastic beach read. Years ago I grabbed it right before hopping on a 10 hour flight and it was the perfect read. Good for a laugh and a just a bit cheeky. A wonderful book if you’re looking for a book to distract you from real life
4 stars because i enjoyed it. I couldn't tell if we were in the florid 1980s or the ambivalent 2000s most of the time but I loved most of the characters and their nicknames! Trigger warning for drugs being used and discussed on every second page, if not every page.