I'm pretty jaded when it comes to yet another domestic thriller with 'The Girl...' in the title but this one came with The Guardian's recommendation of note-perfect prose and an addictive story-line... but, you know, it's just the same-old stuff: switching narrators/PoV, a then-and-now storyline, privileged men, #metoo women, the wife who suddenly realises she doesn't know her husband, the devious best friend, girl-on-girl competition for men, a double helping of pregnancy, the dead sister trope - sounds familiar, no?
Plenty of plot-holes and thin characterisation here: Alice (the wife) is supposedly the most brilliant divorce lawyer in London, so how come it's taken her 15 years to realise that her Tory MP-turned-TV-presenter husband is a sleazeball? Ruth (the eponymous Girl) is loved up one minute, incensed the next, then loved up with someone different (and tru-love means bonking in the public toilets of student pubs - yeurch!). L-o-o-o-n-g chapters about Ruth's sister's burgeoning sexuality slow down the momentum - they are kinda relevant in a sideways fashion but could have been fashioned with way more economy - I started skimming them.
The fact that a brand new character is introduced at 93% in order to bring the whole thing to a wacky climax sort of speaks for itself. And the more you think about the ending, the more improbable it all seems. But I guess that's the point: we're not really supposed to subject this kind of book to much critical scrutiny, are we?
On the plus side, it's certainly readable when you want something that is pure switch-off entertainment but why The Guardian extolled this is a mystery (actually, more of a mystery than that of the book which - surely - we can pretty much see from the start). There's a slightly laboured, pulling-the-puppet-strings to it all: people don't make sense, don't really behave like this in real life.
But for addicts of Girl World where mysterious postcards and soft toys appear in the post, where everyone remembers exactly what happened 15 years ago, where no-one is what they seem, no-one can be trusted, how well do you know your friends and husband is plastered everywhere, this is a fun diversion. Just be ready for lots of student drinking/drugs/casual sex - and some wonderfully nutty plotting. Oh, and no sign of that supposedly pitch-perfect prose. 😉