Book Review: For Once In My Life


I’ve been trekking around Europe for work recently, which has required lots of concentration and also made me lose my voice. By the time I got back on Saturday morning I needed something to help me chill out, not least because my doctor diagnosed a horrible case of laryngitis (“Your glands are like basketballs!”) and told me to stay at home, take it easy and not try to speak for a week.

All the books in my reading pile are computer forensics textbooks. Interesting, but not exactly ‘taking it easy’. So when I sifted through my mail and came up with For Once In My Life, I was happy. I got in the bath and looked at the blurb.

How can you fall in love if you’ve never met?

Tess and George are soul mates. They both live in London. They have the same friends. They even share a love of the 1940s – jazz and vintage fashion. They should be together. Eeryone can see it.

But somehow it doesn’t happen. They never meet. They’re stuck in the wrong jobs, with the wrong partners. And time is running out.

For Once In My Life is a romantic comedy about love, second chances, and never, ever giving up.

It’s a nice solid chick lit novel. Exactly what you need when you’re looking to relax for a couple of hours. It’s about how serendipity sometimes just keeps not working out, and how easy it is to settle and then suddenly realise it’s six years later and you’re not sure what you’re doing with your life.

Anyone who has ever had a dream they haven’t chased, or wondered whether what they have is really all there is to life, will enjoy this book. And possibly be tempted to jack it all in and go in search of whatever they never quite pursued.


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