Humorous and heartwarming. This book is the tale of a thirty+ year old singleton who isn’t ‘looking’ but really would like to have that special someone.
The problem that faces Polly Spencer is finding the ‘right’ someone.
With her best friend’s wedding looming, Polly doesn’t want to attend alone, especially when everyone around her seems to have their ‘plus one’. When an interview leads to a possible relationship she grabs it with both hands despite the warnings and her own gut instinct. Could legendary playboy Jasper Milton be that special someone?
Polly faces several challenges including some weird and wonderful interviews as part of her job at “Posh!” magazine, a troubled time with her mum, and a weekend hen party in Norfolk, throw in the antics of her “boyfriend” and you’ve got an emotional mix that will have you laughing one minute and shouting at her not to be so stupid the next!
A little predictable but all in all a really nice read.
The Plus One [n] informal a person who accompanies an invited person to a wedding or a reminder of being single, alone and absolutely plus none
Polly’s not looking for ‘the one’, just the plus one…
Polly Spencer is fine. She’s single, turning thirty and only managed to have sex twice last year (both times with a Swedish banker called Fred), but seriously, she’s fine. Even if she’s still stuck at Posh! magazine writing about royal babies and the chances of finding a plus one to her best friend’s summer wedding are looking worryingly slim.
But it’s a New Year, a new leaf and all that. Polly’s determined that over the next 365 days she’ll remember to shave her legs, drink less wine and generally get her s**t together. Her latest piece is on the infamous Jasper, Marquess of Milton, undoubtedly neither a plus one nor ‘the one’. She’s heard the stories, there’s no way she’ll succumb to his charms…