Genres: Chick Lit
'Your bum does not look big in that dress.' 'Mmmm, this meal is delicious!' 'Of course you're better looking than Jon Hamm.' Newly engaged Natalie Butterworth is an easy-going girl. She'll do anything for a quiet life and if telling a few teensy white lies keeps her friends and family happy, then so what? It's not like they'll ever discover what she's really thinking... Until one night, thanks to a pub hypnotist, Natalie's most private thoughts begin to bubble up and pop out of her mouth. Things get very messy indeed, especially when some sticky home truths offend her fiancé. Natalie must track down the hypnotist before her wedding is officially cancelled. So along with bad influence bestie Meg, Natalie finds herself in the Yorkshire Parish of Little Trooley – a small village bursting with big secrets, nosy old folk and intriguing Wellington-wearing men. When the girls get stuck in the village with no means of escape and no way to break the hypnotist's spell, Natalie is forced to face the truths she has been avoiding her whole life...
New haircut? Looks lovely, thank you. I’ll gladly pay 100 pounds for it.
Sex with fiancé? Yes, it was great, very satisfying.
No, you do not look fat in that dress.
Meet Natalie Butterworth. She tells white lies. Wait, did I just describe every human being ever? Imagine what would happen if your ability to tell lies got taken away from you. It happened to Natalie, and it’s every bit as humiliating and awkward as you can imagine. Natalie becomes the victim of a hypnotist and can only tell the truth when she’s asked a question.
So when her fiancé asks her how the sex was, she goes,
“Well, you know. Short. Could have been longer. Longer time-wise, I mean, not willy-wise – though, of course, that would be lovely too. I didn’t have an orgasm, but what else is new, hey?”
And when the shopkeeper asks Natalie what she thinks of the sweater she’s making for her husband, it gets even worse:
“I told her that even if I was stranded stark bollock naked in deepest Alaska with only a perverted old Eskimo with skin disease to keep me warm through intimate cuddling, I would still refuse to wear it.”
Needless to say, a very long list of problems starts piling up. She has to tell her mom and sister that she hates what they’ve done with the wedding preparations, her fiancé refuses to speak to her, she can’t do her work properly, and worst of all, she can’t find that bloody hypnotist again.
So she goes on a wild rabbit chase with her best friend Meg to find this hypnotist, and they end up in his hometown, Little Trooley. Little Trooley has an old and rustic bar called The Old Whimsy. The Old Whimsy has a very charming and handsome bartender called Riley. You probably don’t need me to tell you what’s going to happen. Natalie Butterworth thinks Riley is very shagadelic, which poses a whole new range of problems, because she’s engaged and he has a girlfriend. On top of that, the villagers are loving Natalie’s problem and are glad to help her make it public.
But it wouldn’t be chicklit if nothing went wrong. Sod’s law and all that. Yours Truly was completely and utterly hilarious. Natalie was such a cute and ditsy main character – she actually made the “Must dash! Haha, moustache!” joke – and I’d love to have her as a friend. Also because this woman knows how to cook, and she loves food as much as the next person:
“But you can cook? You know about food?”
“Yes. I suppose I can cook and I do know about food. I love food. I eat a lot of it.”
Instant BFFs, am I right? But really, this book made me smile and laugh more than I can count. It was painful in its awkwardness, but so incredibly funny, and really very cute.
So why not 5 stars? You know that part in the book, nearing the end, where everything has to go wrong, only for everything to be right again? I thought that part was a little hectic – too many things going wrong and it made me a little tired. Other than that, I’d recommend this book to anyone who needs a good laugh, because for that purpose, it’s absolutely perfect.