Anybody Out There?

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Please yourself,’ Helen said, then gazed through the binoculars and murmured, ‘Good Christ, would you look at that!’ Then, ‘Buh-loody hell ! Ding-dong! What are they trying to do? A Jolly Girl tonsil ectomy?’ In lesser hands, a collection of personal essays such as these might read like a self-indulgent exercise in tedium. Happily, Irish novelist Keyes (Angels; Sushi for Beginners) doesn't take herself Continue reading » Okay, Missy.’ Mum had never called me ‘Missy’ before all of this. ‘Take these.’ She tipped a handful of pills into my mouth and passed me a glass of water. She was very kind really, even if I suspected she was just acting out a part. Try The Other Side of the Story or rather than taking the plunge straight away, you may want to get a feel for Marian Keyes and read a collection of her newspaper articles, in Under The Duvet. Otherwise you may enjoy Notting Hell by Rachel Johnson or The Nanny. I’ll bring you up some ice cream in a minute, pet,’ Mum said. ‘Tell me, I’m dying to know, did you get your mark?’

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Anna Walsh is covered in bandages and lying in her parents’ Good Front Room. She’s dreaming of leaving Dublin and returning to New York.The sensible woman would not open this. The sensible woman would throw it in the bin and walk away. But apart from a short period between the ages of twenty-nine and thirty, when had I ever been sensible? Love the Walsh sisters? Don't miss out on the eagerly awaited sequel to Rachel's Holiday: AGAIN, RACHEL . . .

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Dear Jesus,’ a voice said. It was my sister Helen, home from a night’s work. She stood in the doorway of the sitting room, looked round at all the tassels and asked, ‘How can you stand it?’Yes, I got him. Ding-dong! Right, I’m off to bed.’ Instead she stretched out on one of the many couches. ‘The man spotted me in the hedge, taking his picture.’ When I’d arrived in Ireland eight weeks earlier, I couldn’t climb the stairs because of my dislocated kneecap, so my parents had moved a bed downstairs into the Good Front Room. Unfortunately, her family have other ideas. She’s staying put. And Aiden? Well he’s refusing to even take her calls.