
I'm a peri-menopausal woman with a daughter; i.e. the core demographic for this book.
I enjoyed it, but question whether the whole horrible conspiracy was necessary (are three dead girls not enough?). I felt that the story sagged and stretched under the burden of it.
Harriet gets all the headlines but my favourite was Nessa.
I can't tell you how tired I am of being told that post-menopausal sex is the best ever: I've other priorities, damn it!




























































