Until I read this one, I thought Jenny Colgan could do no wrong. This should have been a five hour read--but I just keep setting it aside to do ANYTHING else but finish it. Horrible children, really annoying long passages of describing how fat her friends are, how skinny and sharp-edged the hated Christine is, and pointless endless asides that take the book nowhere, with a long lists of names of characters that never appear after a single mention. Not one person in the book to like except the (Fat) roommate--who is fat, because she eats too much fat making cake, so I get it, Helena is fat. Completely disappointing.