This book was checked out of the library completely by accident. There was a runaway one year old who thought it was time to play chase in the middle of the fiction section and when I scooped down to pick her up, she was trying to get this book off the shelf. I glanced at the cover, thought it might be good, and run-walked to the circulation desk before someone complained about my loud children. So I guess you could say Harper recommend this book. Even though she can’t read. Minor detail.
There was a phase in my early twenties where I loved to read British chick lit. Helen Fielding (of Bridget Jones fame), Marian Keyes (still one of my favorite authors although technically Irish), and anyone like them would have made its way onto my night stand. And The Only Boy For Me by Gil McNeil would have fit there perfectly.
Set in and outside of London, Annie and her six-year-old son, Charlie, are going through life fairly well. Annie has just moved them to a small town outside of London for the schools and community. She is able to work from home most days and travels into London a few times a month for her work as a film producer at an advertising agency. Charlie’s never met his father who left when Annie got pregnant and that fact doesn’t seem to weigh heavily on either of them.
Charlie is, to put it mildly, rambunctious. And exhausting. But Annie is surviving pretty well thanks to supportive friends and family. And gin.
While on a work trip, Annie meets Mac who quickly becomes part of their lives and seems to be pretty perfect. But when Mac faces a major work decision that will greatly affect their relationship, Annie does what she thinks is best for everyone.
I don’t like how this books ends. I felt Annie made the wrong decision and seems content to play a martyr as opposed to living her best life (who just wrote that last sentence, Oprah?). You could tell what was coming, but I really hoped that at the last second she would make another, better choice.
Still a fun, quick read though. It’s definitely British. Pajamas are spelled pyjamas and no matter what dessert they’re having, it’s called “pudding.” That was very confusing in the beginning when I thought all the character just really liked pudding.
Charlie also has a sassy mouth that at times I felt needed to be addressed. If he didn’t like something his mom said, he’d reply with “I hate you, Mummy.” And she seemed okay with that. I would not be okay with that. Maybe when my girls are teenagers and they think I’m ruining their lives (which I will try my best to do), but not when they’re six. Charlie needed his mouth smacked for that one. Also, there is lots of random capitalizing in the book. I dOn’t eVEN know How to Explain That One.