I’ve read all of James Crookes’ books and found them to be laugh-out-loud funny. This one not so much. The story was okay but got lost in the similes/metaphors/personification on every other line. I would have preferred a bit of sarcastic humour and just plain old storytelling just like his other books. Pretty disappointing and can only give it 3⭐️
If anyone on Laurel Drive dared to feel festive on the first Monday in December, a small red card through the letterbox reminded them there were new Christmas rules.
Dennis at Number 17 — facing his first Christmas as a widower — has turned his driveway into a nightly “Parcel Hub”: queue tickets, passwords, mugs of tea, and a sense of order. For him, running Christmas like a system isn’t just neighbourly; it’s a way to keep people together when life has taken something away.
It almost works… until Christmas Eve, when Michael jumps the queue with a panicked lie about a proposal and discovers the parcel he desperately needs is missing.
A chancer courier has pocketed his tiny padded envelope.
What follows is a night of frosty detours, market-stall mishaps, a faltering Mini with antlers, and one woman who made a bad choice — roughly the size of Dennis’s own, once upon a time.