Imagine this: You are a barrister in a very respectable chamber and you have made quite a name for yourself. Besides juggling a hectic job between a husband who hasn’t quite committed since the doctor beamed a congratulations at him, you have a twelve-year-old daughter who means the world to you.
All courts break into disorder when you lose a case against Jack Cassidy (your college ex who stole your virginity and stole others’ wives too), get to work to be laid with an order to clear out of your chambers, and go home to find your husband cheating on a Piranha in Prada ex best-friend of yours who’s always made it a point to beat you in everything in your life (even slapping her cock in your husband’s face). Really, there can’t be any kind of low, lower than this.
When your husband decides to pack out and clear out all your accounts, in hopes to “find” himself in India, you are distressed, because now you have no money to afford the lifestyle you are used to, no money to take care of your teenage daughter who’s suddenly without a father (what you’ve dreaded the most), and amongst all the hell you have Jack Cassidy on your behind (quite literally) offering you a helping hand if you just decide to go on a date with him. But then you have your mum…
Your Aussie solicitor cougar sixty year-old mum whose wardrobe is the kind of jungle with the kind of leopard prints you’d like to avoid and a mouth full of wisecracks and a distaste for anything men (except sleeping with them). Until she proposes to you, you two should form a two-woman, mother-daughter, solicitor-barrister law firm that will only champion women who have been downtrodden by men.
Exactly how your troubles begin…
Now you live in the small cottage of your mum, trying to raise your coming-of-age teenager, in a house with a victim of rape willing to fight back her offenders (say hello to rocks slamming through your window embodying death threats with bad grammar), a Russian Countess friend of your mum’s ready to back the law firm if only you’d appear when she rings her bell and holds up her glass for more Vodka (say hello to constant partying, barking with raucous laughter and reminiscing old days with your mum when you are asleep), an old lady who shot the balls off sex offenders with a gun (at least you could say hello to good meals), and Jack Cassidy dropping by to laugh in your face at how unsuccessful you are turning up to be just because you refused his offer.
Clearly, with no one else to rely on, all you have to get you through is a block of your favourite Cadbury Chocolates and just sitting tight awaiting everything to palm out well. But sometimes do you just have to take the law into your own hands in order to get your way? And what about the consequences?
I freaking loved, loved this book! So you know in my review, I’d be shaking you by your shoulders and yelling in your face (forgive my spit), leaving you disorientated with nothing to do but help me walk you to a bookshop to let you get copies for yourself and anyone who borrows from your shelf.
Ha-ha! I love Kathy Lette!!!
This book is frigging amazing. WE all love our chick-lit, humorous, snappy, and delicious. But when it attacks an issue we all can relate to, haha, it’s an effing plus too. Domestic abuse, still a paramount issue in our world today, violence towards women by men, women being put down by men in every field of life. This book should have been titled A Guide To Stay Thick-Skinned And Fight For Your Rights As A Feminist and a WOMAN. Every housewife, blogger mum, corporate wife, business woman would eat this book up like it’s the main course instead of merely holding centrepiece on a brunch table. A star to the cause.── ★
Secondly, oh you would simply adore the storyline! Fab in all directions. Woman experiences a day in terrestrial hell and loses everything (fab), woman seeks comfort from her mother or rather, is jumped from behind by mother (fab), woman and mother decide to open a law firm (abso-fab!), woman and mother decide to defend a Good Granny Gone Mad (delightfully fab!). It’s new and fresh and like a John Grisham novel… only more interesting! A star to the storyline.── ★★
Matilda the main character has the loveliest bestest chick-lit voice I’ve ever read in while. She joins the Gusty Chick-lit Women Club following names such as Bubbles Yablonski (Sarah Strohmeyer), Stephanie Plum (Janet Evanovich) and Davis Way (Gretchen Archer). The exact lead you would need in a book that doesn’t fail to fight for equal gender rights. With her whiplash wits, her I Don’t Know How She Does It attitude balancing her job between her child, and falling victim one too many times to Cadbury chocolates, I’m not sure of a person who would read this book and be like, “I didn’t quite take a liking to Matilda.” (you are a freaking Barbie, that’s what you are!). It certainly goes to show you do not need an armoury besides chocolates to be a Woman Sleuth.
And you’d think the other characters are as bad as rotten-egg scented fart. IT’s one of those books that every smidgen character delivered and was developed so perfectly you’d be thinking, hell, why don’t these books come in multiple-character first-point-of-views too?! From the amazing, super-cocky Jack Cassidy who’s always in time to snatch our lead’s block of chocolates and leave her disoriented. Roxy, our lead’s mum who has a truthful and funny opinion about everything you can’t resist giving her a “Nice one there.” compliment and a fist-bang. Countess Flirtalotsky whose love for plastic surgery would make Joan Rivers give up her TV spot and go tuck that double-chin properly. Phyllis the granny who’d stop at nothing to blow up anything that has offended her grand-daughter. Portia, the adorable daughter, who’s taking after her grandmother despite her mother’s horrors. Petronella, the Piranha in Prada always a court robe away from our lead to win cases against her then go back home to fuck her husband. Nathaniel, the super-charming(*) man always a step away to help(*) our lead emanating very-gentlemanly(*) charms. Loads of characters I can’t kill your suspense to mention because their appearance takes the reader on a whole new surprise level. But a star to fabulous characterization. I would certainly go dancing at this book’s club book launch just to meet all the characters and bang foreheads with them.── ★★★★
I know, I have gone on and on. But if I don’t give a spot to the humour and suspense in this book, I would leave out that guffawing (I mean, laughter barked out like I was a pit-bull) got me spewing my favourite shirt with my favourite wine, and that suspense got me biting my nails (a bad habit, I know). Certainly, I didn’t get the memo when I received a copy and I need a refund (in the form of a new favourite shirt, a new favourite wine and a spa treat for which I could skip the manicure part and get the much-needed massage)!── ★★★★★
So my rating is definitely a: SIX stars out of five stars!
Kathy Lette’s amazing latest, Courting Trouble is available on Amazon. And I’d take this moment to wish her happy pub day since I missed it on the 14th of this Month and wish her all the best in her career as a deranged writer (like she so openly simply states in twitter bio).
I recommend this book to every woman who believes in cause of this book and not the courts. Every woman who’s been at the front-row or even the backseat and yelling “Atta girls” for those in the front row (because the second-in-commands are important as the firsts) championing for equal gender rights. Every woman partial to topics such as Rape, domestic abuse, and violence against women (because who isn’t?) should also grab this book. And if you just want an amazing chick-lit big enough to lead book discussions at brunches and book clubs, pick this book.
Standing ovation for Kathy Lette.
My work not done here. Off to post my review on Goodreads.