
I read this when it first came out, I think in 2018. It’s written by an author who lives in Bristol, which is where I lived at the time.
It’s like I can’t remember anything from that period because I don’t remember this book being so funny! It has sadness and grief which is intertwined with moments of incredible wit (mostly when discussing what went on in brothels in 18th century london) but I enjoyed it far more than I expected to.
SPOILER ALERT:
I was expecting a happy ending, then I feared a sad one, but then it ended happy which I was pleased about. I felt the main characters deserved a moment of happiness. The flip flopping between happy and sad may be a bit tedious but I liked it.
As someone who has loved and cared for someone struggling from addiction I also felt there was a touch of relatability in that in a strange way. I hadn’t had that experience 6 years ago so I definitely didn’t pick up on it the first time. More evidence that reading books multiple times at different periods in your life is so beneficial, there’s always more to learn.
A good, easy read that I would highly recommend.
