Posted By Daisy
I WENT on a date the other night. Drinks at the National
Portrait Gallery, nibbles in Wahaca, cocktails in a secret bar in Chinatown,
and a tipsy smooch on Cecil Court cobbles, in front of a first edition Harry
Potter and a signed copy of ‘Howl’, before running for the last tube.
It was nice to meet someone intelligent (he used ‘disabuse’
in the right context), gentlemanly (he took the uncomfortable corner seat at
the bar) and non-conformist-but-reliable (he works in Westminster but has long
hair, wears a green parka and is a guardian in an apartment block).
He’s not perfect, but then neither am I. We may or may not have a second date. But after a gap year from dating (once bitten, twice shy), it was
a lovely way to begin again.
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| Leftovers by Stella Newman |
At 36, Susie fills out one of those multiple-choice
magazine quizzes and ends up being labelled a ‘Leftover’. She is newly-single, her
jobs sucks and she often spends weekends trying in vain to catch up with her
coupled-up friends.
Full of food descriptions (Susie’s always re-heating some
homemade pasta sauce or Bolognese on weekday nights after work, and there are
lovely recipes at the end of the book), Leftovers is well-written and funny, and
ends in the opposite way to every chick-lit book I’ve ever read i.e. her
happiness doesn’t equal the dream man, but something else entirely…
Just don’t be put off by the not-so-zingy front cover tag
line: ‘A novel about friendship, love and the power
of pasta’.
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