So you single twenties something want to move out of your comfortable family home into a dingy damp flat to live your life without restrictions…read on.?
- Paperback, 320 pages
- Published January 1st 2015 by Headline
- (first published April 24th 2014)
- ISBN 147221014X
- ISBN13: 9781472210142
Bryony Gordon survived her adolescence by dreaming about the life she’d have in her twenties: the perfect job; the lovely flat; the amazing boyfriend. The reality was something of a shock. Her Telegraph column was a diary of her daily screw-ups; she lived in a series of squalid shoe boxes; and her most meaningful relationship of the entire decade was with a Marlboro Light.
Here in THE WRONG KNICKERS Bryony busts open the glamorized myth of what it means to be a young (perpetually) single girl about London town, and shares the horrible and hilarious truth. The truth about picking up a colleague at the STI clinic; sinking into debt to fund a varied diet of wine, crisps and vodka; and how it feels when your dream man turns out to be a one night stand who hands you someone else’s knickers in the morning.
My review of The Wrong Knickers
Hilariously funny in parts, and cringingly embarrassing, this book has all the tips for a good time and the warnings for the worst times ever. Every single 18 year old girl should read this when when they are saying ‘nah, that’ll never be me’, and then identifying with this in their twenties:
She takes up exercise of any sort: Yoga, kickboxing, dancing, running:
“My lungs feel like they are about to explode. Some people talk about the sense of freedom they feel when they go running, but I think they might be psychopaths.
Drink, drugs, sex, wrong relationships, embarrassing times in public on a regular basis, how long can this 20 year old girl seemingly be such an out of control, unlucky person in her personal life; it seems for a whole decade.
This is a book about growing up, not being grown up. I wanted to scream at her ‘switch your self control ON, no don’t go there again’. I never did drugs, but I could identify with some things here! There are some wonderful friends and family surrounding Bryony which are recognised by writer and reader alike which is great to experience throughout the book.
Going from cocaine, threesomes, chlamydia scares, drunken blackouts it feels like a downhill race into personal destruction, but one which is halted before the depths of no return. However, I am guessing each will read this book with their own experiences as a gauge.
There was so much reality of life, work and the hopeless search for ‘love’. I am so pleased that the guys were not the focus of vitriolic blaming, but portrayed with just a normal sense of relationships that were not healthy.
“He seems to lick the enamel of my mouth, as if he is trying to be some sort of human toothbrush, reaching parts that other oral cleaning instruments can’t.”
As a single guest at a wedding is always fraught especially when you are seated on the other single/misfit table. Bryony has been told she is sitting with ‘Tom’ who she will get on because he is ‘out there’ which she finds worrying but he has yet to arrive leaving her by an empty chair;
“You are the only person in the entire cavernous function room who has an empty place setting next to them. The accountant on the other side is talking to the backpacker from Australia, meaning you are left twiddling your thumbs and trying to pick up the fag ends of conversations happening elsewhere on the table, and even on the table behind you because, hey, beggars can’t be choosers.”
What did I like about best about this book?
This is an honest account of how sucked into city life you can get just to be cool, it show how trying so hard to fit in is fraught with risks, and I liked how Bryony gives such a great ending, with the reality of how love creeps up and then takes working at.
I would have given it four stars but in parts it felt a bit aimless.
Many thanks to the publisher for a paperback copy for an honest review.