This is Daisy's first novel. She lives in London, looks ten years younger than her age, has no intention of ever growing up, and is still single.
Synopsis
What's in a name? Could Daisy have found her soulmate if she'd been more careful about the names of her dates? What would have happened if she hadn't married Donald, or if Robert hadn't been there? This is a witty, poignant new twist on lonely hearts. A rollercoaster autobiography, an A-Z of the men in Daisy's life.
Why can't Daisy form a happy lasting relationship? The reasons are tantalizingly revealed. An early marriage to a cross-dresser, an abusive father, the Exploitative Boss. A series of other encounters weave through the more serious stuff, The Year of the Africans (the accent makes her weak at the knees), Gardening Men of the Year (how else do you avoid an osteopath's bill?). The ironic contrast between the confident professional woman and the vulnerable female who can't keep her personal life together. The pleasures and disasters of exotic places. It's Eat, Pray, Love, Get Let Down Again. The soul mate has been met and lost. Is he still out there somewhere? And is there a correlation between men's names and the way in which they behave? Of course there is. Paul, for example, means little - and part of him was!
This is chick-lit, but for the intelligent reader and entirely relevant and topical. For the many women who are dipping their toes into internet dating, it is an hilarious warning and a signpost of things to come. Men (behind their copies of the Financial Times) will want to read it too, exploring the pratfalls of attempting to attract a partner who is savvy, sexy and not prepared to compromise.
Daisy is each and every one of us. Someone who still hopes and dreams, buys into the nirvana of a love-for-life, but is the quintessential twenty first century woman.