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Winner of the Romantic Novelists' Association's Romantic Comedy of the Year Award 2020
Two best friends. Eight pub quizzes. One shot at love...
There are some people who seem like they have all the answers in life. Clarrie Midwinter isn't one of them.
At the age of 26, tomboy Clarrie is still struggling to become a 'proper' grown-up. She's eternally strapped for cash, she hasn't had a date in nearly a year and her attempts to quit smoking tend to take a nosedive after the second pint. Most annoyingly of all, her ladykiller best friend Simon just won't stop asking her out. The only thing keeping her sane is her pub quiz team, the Mighty Morphin Flower Arrangers.
But when Simon bets her a date their team will win the quiz league, Clarrie is forced to confront what she really wants out of life – and love. Is it finally time for her to grow up?
Gloriously irreverent, badly behaved romantic comedy from the author of Meet Me at the Lighthouse.
402 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 5, 2019


This book is for you if… you enjoy light chick lit and are able to deal with a very slow start + one too many pub quizz nights. You'll be in for many funny lines but should be warned that mental issues are not addressed properly.
She was about to put out her hand when Greg spread his arms.
Oh God, he was a hugger.
How come Si had got away with a nice, civilized handshake while she had to have her personal space invaded. Honestly, you'd think feminism had never happened.
All that time I was worried I’d mess things up with you the way I did with the others. But now I know I only messed up with them because they weren’t the right ones – I mean, because they weren’t you.
“Anyway, in answer to your question, Dave, yes, only I may ask Clarrie out,” Si said. “In fact, I invented asking Clarrie out. You get your own rejection complex.”
No, I mean I want him to win the bet. I want to be told it’s okay to go without him. That I’m not doing something wrong or fucking both our lives up or all the other things I’ve been angsting about pretty much since the first time he asked me . . . I want to be…I want to be allowed.
He slipped his hand into hers and she squeezed it tightly, feeling the pull of an unspoken bond called home.
"What do twenty-six-year-olds talk about at sleepovers?"
She shrugged. 'Just the usual. [...] Girl-on-girl oral sex techniques involving banana yogurt.'
Dave winced heavily. "What did you have to go and say that for?"
'[The bar-owner] has got a shower upstairs. Want me to ask if he'll run you a cold one?'
Si laughed. 'Stop teasing him, Clarrie.' [Chapter 6 / Page 39]