July 14

Writers and Lovers by Lily King

Ooh, you had me at hello Lily King and to really get your juices going Readheads, King delivers writers, lovers AND some foodie chatter in these pages so tickety-hoo-ha-boo, it’s a reading trifecta.

This book is all about Casey and I’m going out on a limb to say we’ve all possibly experienced a little of her life – one day, you wake up in a serious hole where things aren’t great and then sometime later, you wake up and they are. I won’t give more that that away because I want you to read this one yourselves and take in all the machinations. I enjoyed it immensely which makes me sound 100 years old but there you have it.

Courage, fear, grief, loneliness and heartbreak are all tossed around in the pages of King’s fifth novel. It’s clever, funny at times and incredibly moving and by the end of it I just wanted more. And despite the title, it is very PG not R rated in case you are wondering (and if you’re disappointed by this, hit up Tobsha Learner lickety split).

Casey lands in Massachussetts broken hearted – on the surface over a lost lover but more-so because of the sudden death of her mother that has torn her soul. When she is not working as a waitress at an established bistro serving up the Harvard elite, she is writing her first book – the same one she has been writing for six years. It consumes, torments and saves her.

Casey’s life is broken, paused and yet she persists surrounded by incredible writers (with varying egos) and tempted by lovers (again, varying egos). She finds herself in the in-between – that weird space where you are most definitely not a young adult but you don’t feel entirely grown up yet either, even though you well and truly are. You stay there until you can take no more and then you jump. Leaping with her is thrilling and a little nerve-wracking.

The writing in this book is raw, real and beautifully enticing so one chapter a night turns to ten and too quickly the last chapter arrives and you are saying goodbye to Casey which leaves you feeling rather love-sick yourself.

And if that’s not the sign of a really good book, I simply don’t know what is.

But that is just my two cents worth.