Sparkles Louise Bagshawe

With the weather like it is and many of the roads still closed I decided to read some nice trashy beach novels, starting with Sparkles. And I quite enjoyed it.

Mousy Brit Sophie married fabulously rich Pierre Massot when she was only 19. He was her prince charming, complete with a castle near Paris, a private jet and loads and loads of sparkle, as he owns a very chic jewelry house. Then one day he simply disappears and Sophie has to decide what to do with the empire.

Within its genre Sparkles isn’t that bad. Cliched, all the main characters are gorgeous, from dull Sophie to her husband’s unhinged mistress. The abundance of descriptions of food made me hungry, and wonder whether the writer was perhaps on a diet and working her cravings into the story, the way the hungry medieval peasant dreamed of Cocagne where fried hens fly into your mouth.

I doubt miss Bagshawe thought this was her best work when she had finished, it lacked surprise, passion, all the characters were flat, and there wasn’t even any sex in it!

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