I've had this book for almost four years and I've now gotten around to reading it. I've read her other book, backpack, which was all right. This was.... not as good. It was all right, passed the time, but there wasn't the feeling of travel and adventure that I got from backpack; it just seemed to be more towards the standard side of chick lit things, with far too much about babies and breastfeeding (yawn) - had I known, I probably wouldn't have bothered with this book. I had hoped for more of the Cuba experience, that this book didn't really do in any great way. The characters and the plotlines are very standard as well. I also found it depressing that books still aren't getting away from the body obsessions... I did get bored reading about how a size 14 is fat, shapeless and unattractive (which it's not by the way!). To be honest, as soon as any book feels the need to tell me a character's dress size, I loose a little respect for it.
So, we've got Maggie who's messed up, not eating, stripping to pay her way and living in a basement flat in Brighton. Her sister's going to have a baby, so she buys some baby monitors as a present, tries them out in her flat and discovers that she's tuned into the monitors upstairs where Libby, David and baby Charlie are. She gets sucked into their lives like a soap opera and is devasted when they decide to move to Cuba so that David can learn Spanish. Unable to be apart from them, she quits stripping and moves to Cuba to enrol on the same course. And her annoying leggy blonde friend, Yasmin, decides to come to. There's the usual tensions of does so and so want to sleep with him/her; oh I've lost weight and feel like a new woman etc and then a crazy conclusion to the story. Good for beaches and boring flights I guess.