I was pleasantly surprised by this book – judging it by its pretty naff cover and the factor that it is written by the ex wife of Sir Terrance Conran – I wondered if it got its break more because of who she was rather than any talent, but as a chic-lit novel this was an exciting read, with good character development, a lot of feminist-women psychology and a couple of good plots. Excuse it its cheesy descriptive terms, a bit of an unbelievable ending to both plots and just suspend your belief - as you are so often asked to do in these kinds of novels – and I think you’ve got an entertaining little holiday read.
Firstly we are following the life of abstract artist Plum. She is currently in a fairly unhappy second marriage to entrepreneur art dealer Breeze, but the book flashes back to her younger life and her unsuccessful first marriage leaving her with two young boys to support and her struggle to make it as a single parent in the art world, along with her two friends. This is where Breeze stepped in, took control of her, and whisked her to fame. But Plum feels like she has never really had control of her own life, and never made decisions for herself – and this is one element of the book, following the story of Plum, growing as a character, and trying to find out what she really wants in life.
The second plot is the adrenaline fueled and dangerous one of art fraud. The art world is quite interestingly portrayed in this book, if a little bit “documented” but and I personally enjoyed learning a little bit about it, such as the Italian Biennale Plum is working towards. This runs alongside the thrill of the danger she puts herself in while trying to uncover who is fraudulently copying paintings.
Then the twist comes and it is all a bit beyond belief, but by that time you’re into the story well enough, and you’ve taken to Plum enough, to be able to excuse it all and just roll with it and enjoy!