I spent the first half of the book trying to decipher who the author might be talking about, and whether I knew them, given that I'm a very similar age! It was a definite trip back in time, to the days when I was first working, so had spare cash, and wouldn't even go to town until 11pm! The names of the Auckland clubs brought so many memories rushing back, some fabulous memories, and some that I'd be calling the police if they happened now!!! That's how time and perspective changes.
The story of the friendship between Zoe and Bec was chaotic and crazy and passionate, and everything you want in a new best friend, regardless of the perfectly good and sensible best friend Bec already had in Meg.
As the story progressed, I felt firmly in Bec's camp, and began hating Zoe with an unrealistic passion normally reserved for the worst sort of villains cooked up in series like Game of Thrones. And now? Now I feel a type of betrayal. A grief. Which is why this is four stars and not five. I'm sad, and upset, and did I mention sad? It's all well deserved, and with a bit of time, I think it was the right way to deal with things. But oh my heart! A perhaps a little too tidy at the end. A couple of ragged edges would have have been a balm I think.
A definite recommendation for readers who love stories set around best friends, and all the baggage that comes with that. Because there is always baggage, irrelevant of who they are. And Caroline Barron has managed to put it all into a beautiful book.