Daisy Dooley Does Divorce
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Publisher Description
'Men sleep with girls who wear black knickers, then marry girls who sport white. And you don't want him to marry you, do you?' asked Jess, fixing me with a stare. I didn't dare admit that leaving Jamie hadn't put me off marriage - if anything it had made me even more determined to get my next marriage and underwear combo right...
And so begins Daisy Dooley Does Divorce - the hilarious and often heartbreakingly honest account of a late thirty-something's life after divorce. For Daisy - the alter ego of bestselling author, journalist and columnist Anna Pasternak - her divorce is a blessing in disguise and, like Bridget Jones before her, she is now looking for true love.
From the euphoria of escaping from her brief and disasterous marriage through failed love affairs, to a passionate fling with a younger man via the flirtatious clutches of her best friend's husband, Daisy's diary of the highs and lows of life as a divorcee is an irresistible take on dating and makes for compulsive reading.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
The title is a hint of what to expect in this frustrating traipse through divorcedom from the great niece of that guy who wrote Dr. Zhivago. Originally released in the U.K. as the novelization of Pasternak's Daily Mail column, the novel stars Daisy Dooley, a 39-year-old "dopey divorc e" searching for a man unlike the "dodgy men with dire agendas" that dominated her past. Since Daisy stopped working to please her husband, she now lives with her mother and her dachsunds named Dougie, Donald, Dominic, Doughnut, Des, Deborah, Desdemona, Diandra, Dennis, Dusty and so on. She has the inevitable "girlie gossip and giggle" with her married friend Lucy and her commitment-phobic pal Jess. Then there's her best male friend, Miles, a "rollickingly rich" philanderer. As Daisy plunges into the dating pool, looking up old flames and embarking on disastrous affairs, Pasternak eventually gets into the meat of a conventional chick-lit story, but by then it's too late to reverse the uneasy feeling that another annoying alliterative bomb will explode. (It will.) There are enough dopey characters to populate a sitcom (one is currently in development with ABC), but the reading experience is less than exhilarating.
