On a craft level, this book was simply not at a publishable standard. I gather Ferne Cotton is some kind of Famous Personality, which explains why it got published at all. The quality devolved as the book went on, and presumably whatever editors were involved felt they were past the point of a casual browser deciding to buy it. That was certainly my experience.
The reason it’s not a one-star from me is that the initial descriptions of Human Doormat Made Of Wet Rags, Jade (honestly? Who is a millennial and called Jade? The names in this book read like placeholders), were cringey enough to provide vicarious negative enjoyment. However, as we approached and passed the halfway mark without Jade actually changing or growing even the nub of a spine, it became increasingly clear that all the ‘bad guys’ were one-dimensional. Equally, Jade’s best friend Sophie, her work mentor Jackson (who at least fooled me into thinking he was the secondary love interest, until it turned out that was a WAITER AT THE WEDDING THAT CLOSES THE BOOK WTF), and her family friend Belinda, all exist simply to hype up Jade. Jade, a person who appears to be an eternal yes-man and is so very pathetic and wimpy that it’s hard to understand why anyone put up with her for more than five minutes.
Even the people who took advantages of her terminal case of people pleasing syndrome – why? Jade’s so flaky and unreliable. She does things like ask Sophie to help her DECORATE A WEDDING with TWO WEEKS’ NOTICE and without even an invite to said wedding to soften the blow. Never mind that attending a wedding is a super-stressful prospect, such that you only go through it when you’re in a sexual and romantic relationship with the invitee – for a reason! Jade also takes leave from work with a day’s notice . Yes, her boss Colin is comically villainous, asking her to ‘pick up dry cleaning’ even though they work in set design, why does he have dry clean only clothes? But it’s still a mega flaky thing to do to her colleagues. She’s really bad at babysitting her nieces, to the point where Lily makes minimal sense as a helicopter parent who lets her precious babies stay with someone who feeds them exclusively on cornflakes and croissants. Even Jade's hygiene seems extremely questionable.
None of the characters really make any sense. Lily, the daughter of a working class mogul, marries a 6’5 finance bro with blue eyes? These people only marry each other, hello? That's why no one who's not in that circle can FIND an available finance bro with blue eyes. Lily's still maintaining a jet-black Goth dye job, even though no one in the moneyed classes does anything but brown and taupe? I could go on, but I’m tired of talking about this silly book.
A sample of issues that triggered my internal copy-editor and pulled me out of the already questionable narrative:
‘‘That you’re, well… trying to be edgy, but missing the mark,’ said Lily.
‘I think you’re looking into it a bit too deeply. They were cheap and they hold cereal and milk so seem to do the job.’’
COMMA!
‘‘Wedding, Jade. Wedding, obviously!’ Lily barked. The sisters walked into Lily’s kitchen which had recently been refurbished.’
COMMA! And please. ‘Said’. ‘Said’ in almost every circumstance, I BEG OF YOU.
‘[...] bending down to gingerly stroke Lily’s plush grey cat, Cumin, anticipating the sneezing fit she knew would come, who was acquired at the time of Lily’s cooking tutorials.’
WTF
Basic sentence structure skills where are you
‘I’ve got a lot on at work so I need to head home to crack on with some bits and bobs.’
Lily scrunched up her face. ‘That sounds very generic.’’
I DO NOT THINK IT MEANS WHAT YOU THINK IT MEANS
‘‘Jade, honestly, it’s nothing,’ he called out in an ambivalent tone.’
What. Is an ambivalent tone.
‘‘Mean? You think I’m mean?’ Saffron crossed her arms and looked away. ‘We’ll get the game,’ Jade caved.’
That’s a child. Don’t negotiate with a five-year-old, Jade. Also, ‘caved’ is not a speech tag.
‘‘Mum, they’re five minutes late. Just try and relax. And please do not call her thingy when she gets here,’ Jade said with genuine concern. ‘Darling, the worst thing you can say to someone when they are stressed is “relax”. I just want a bloody Pinot Grigio, is that too much to ask?’’
Was she banned from using contractions?
‘‘This is a joke. I worked so hard trying to organise a wonderful dinner for Lily, and look at you all. It’s embarrassing.’ Jacquie, on the verge of tears, flung her arms about like a rag doll.’
Please. Just picture this. Then bang your head against a wall several times, like I did.
‘I walked right over to this delicious young man I was besotted with and, without speaking, I placed a small piece of paper with my number in his hand.’
You don’t need to clarify that a piece of paper with just a number on it is small. No one talks like this. Or thinks like this. Or writes like this. If they do, THEY SHOULD NOT BE PUBLISHED.