British journalists such as Flett, who writes for the Observer, seem compelled to bare their souls to the world, but this addition to the genre is far from self-indulgent. It is a painfully honest, moving account of her courtship, wedding and failed marriage. After suffering from ME and the break-up of a long-term relationship, Flett takes us from the optimism and joy of falling in love, to the slow realisation that her marriage is falling apart until, after 17 months, her husband leaves her and she has a nervous breakdown, for which she is hospitalised. A witty, unsentimental look at relationships in the 1990s, our fascination with new age gurus, the search for an identity for women who want a career and a successful marriage (whatever that is), and the importance of friendship. Like a Bridget Jones Diary, but for grown-ups.