Usually I like Donna Kauffman...

...but this is my least favourite by a long way. Yes, in her books we've come to expect perfect humans to meet early on and immediately feel so incredibly attracted to each other that parts of their anatomies start acting up, but in this one? Our poor 'Oirish' hero had me wondering what hurt he'd inflicted on the author (and the narrator - a truly dreadful rendition). He'd been given some sort of folksy, fifties, smirk-at-a-woman and she'll be a stumbling, gibbering pushover image that had me cringing in his behalf. Poor Brodie. Not only that but - *Spoiler alert*, or not really in this case - after far more mental torment than a listener should have to put up with, our hero and heroine finally get together and oh lord,I lost the will to live. I don't mind a bit of soft porn but goodness me it needs to have a smidgen of eroticism about it, doesn't it? and I both wished they'd get on with it and skipped chapters, bored out of my mind. The thing is, normally DK is really good at setting a scene, characters, communities, situations, family relationships and snappy dialogue, but so little of any of that is here that I'm left wondering why...

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