Light read touches on family ties

Louise Douglas is on the rite of passage most journalists would like to traverse - write books. This is her first.

The book is light, touching the reader's literary sense with the same lightness of a feather in the wind as it caresses objects in its path.

Depending on your sense of morality and the make-up of the family you were raised in, Olivia Felicone would either be a free spirit or a slut. She has sex - a lot of it - and at 18 she runs away with a lad in her neighbourhood who was about to get married.

She finally weds Luca as an attempt to curry acceptance with his Italian family.

She smokes, she drinks, she wears mascara, she bonks Luca, and he dies.

After her husband's burial she returns to Portiston, the small town she ruffled when she scooted with Luca to London, leaving a scorned Nathalie and Luca's mother Angela bitter for life.

Nathalie finally marries Marc, Luca's twin. When Olivia returns, it is to shag Marc!

No matter how hard she tries to make amends, the Felicones leave her out of everything they do as a family. The cherry on top is erecting a tomb on Luca's grave whose epitaph says nothing about Olivia. He's merely remembered as a son and brother.

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