There's a pot of gold at the end
Published 28/02/2009 | 00:00
By Nuala Woulfe
There are so many good chicklit writers out there now that there can't possibly be room for another one, can there? Well, actually, yes there can, particularly if she is as clued-in as Nuala Woulfe.
The archetypal chicklit novel is about three girls who work in a boring office together and need to find an escape from their dreary lives. But many of our best known chicklit writers are long removed from that situation, so they don't quite get it. Debut author Nuala Wolfe, however, gets it exactly.
Her heroine, Ali, is in her late 20s and works in a small office in one of those basements in somewhere like Fitzwilliam Square where the only daylight comes through one window, the boss is obnoxious and the prospects are nil.
Ali has a small flat better suited to a college student, a big sex drive and she's a bit of a dreamer. She's getting a tad desperate with the big Three-Oh looming up. She's done too many courses and changed jobs too often.
But then, almost by chance, she tries journalism and things start to happen. There are unreliable but sexy boyfriends as well as an overbearing mother, but Ali follows her dreams and actually ends up finding what she wants. There's even a baby who sucks so hard she calls it her little Dracula.
Woulfe writes well and has an easy relaxed pace that lets the humour come through. One for all the office girls out there.