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Wedding night: a novel / Sophie Kinsella. pages cm. eISBN: 1. Single women—Fiction. 2. Marriage—Fiction. 3. Love stories. I. Title. PR sophie's introduction. “Wedding Night is a comedy about two sisters, Lottie and Fliss. When Lottie marries her old flame on the rebound, Fliss thinks her little. Wedding Night by Sophie Kinsella--Story a bit outrageous but I still liked it. Visit. Discover ideas about Wedding Night Sophie Kinsella. Free Download Wedding.
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download the eBook Price: Choose Store. Skip this list. Ratings and Book Reviews 44 star ratings 44 reviews. Overall rating 4. Yes No Thanks for your feedback! Report as inappropriate. Such a funny story. Keeps your mind off the struggles in your own life. At the end you are left wondering whag will happen to the characters next! I love Sophie's books. Always make me laugh. A quick read and always have a good time reading her books.
Love her … Show more Show less. This title took me a long time to read unlike her other books. The first few chapters were easy and enjoyable however as the book progressed some of the scenarios became too outrageous to really consider that they were being enacted by responsible adults.
It started to feel like a car full or circus clowns were going to pull up and squirt water into the main characters faces for gags. I've enjoyed 20's girl and undomestic goddess so I'm just chalking get this one … Show more Show less. Sophie Kinsella stays true to herself and her style with another humorous, entertaining read. Great beach reading! Hilarious really enjoyed it. Can't believe I read it so fast … Show more Show less. How to write a great review Do Say what you liked best and least Describe the author's style Explain the rating you gave Don't Use rude and profane language Include any personal information Mention spoilers or the book's price Recap the plot.
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No, cancel Yes, report it Thanks! You've successfully reported this review. He is such a wonderful, wonderful man. I mean, what were the chances, in this teeming world of strangers? Love is so random. So random. Richard is flying off tomorrow to a secondment in San Francisco. Including my boss. The last time he was away and we Skyped, I started giving him advice on how to manage his nightmare boss, forgetting that Richard was in an open-plan office and the nightmare boss was liable to walk past at any minute.
Richard grins and grasps my hands more tightly.
I will never, ever get sick of him saying that. My face is a rictus of anticipation while my thoughts are spinning wildly. My whole life changes here. Concentrate, Lottie, savour the moment. This is hideous. Surreptitiously I reach down and yank the stocking up — but the flimsy fabric tears in my hand. Now I have flapping plastic and shreds of nylon decorating my leg. I cannot believe my marriage proposal is being wrecked by hosiery.
I should have gone for bare legs. Can we put things on pause? Just for a nanosecond? Will you look away? I push my chair back and walk swiftly across the room, ignoring the looks of other lunchtime diners. I bang through the door of the Ladies, wrench off my shoe and the stupid stocking, then stare at myself in the mirror, my heart pounding. I feel as though time is on hold.
A blonde girl with a beaded headband turns to peer at me, lipliner in hand. I guess I do look a bit odd, standing motion- less and holding a shoe and stocking.
Then I get out my phone. I have to text Fliss. I quickly type:.
The dark guy in the corner? My wavy chestnut hair is swept up in a chignon, and I suddenly wonder whether to let it down so it tumbles over my shoulders for the big moment. Too cheesy. Instead, I pull some tendrils out and twist them around my face while I assess everything else. What am I supposed to do? Move out?
That was motivation all right! What are you waiting for? Amy shoots us all desperate looks of apology, then dis- appears out of the Ladies with her aunt. We all exchange raised eyebrows.
What a nutter. I want everyone to have the good luck that Richard and I have had: Well, I wish you a very happy life together. He must be as focused on this moment as I am. The most special moment of our lives. We might need to work back into things gradually. He takes a deep breath and frowns. Richard starts in shock and my head jerks up. A waiter has approached so quietly, neither of us noticed him. Almost before I know it, Richard has dropped my hand and is talking about brown soda bread.
I want to whack the whole basket away in frustration. Stupid, stupid waiter. I turn round in surprise, to see that another bloody waiter has loomed up. But another one will be back, any minute. I feel more sorry for Richard than ever.
How do men do it? Who cares when he proposes? My answer would be yes. His brow relaxes and I can see the tension flood out of him. Did he really think I might say no? Oh God. I almost feel sorry for other couples who have to spell things out.
I can feel a cloud of happi- ness surrounding us. I want that cloud to stay there for ever. I can see us now in the future, painting a house, wheeling a pram, decorating a Christmas tree with our little toddlers. What will it feel like? What I love about Richard is, he can convey so much simply with a sidelong look or a tilt of his head.
Not a triumphant smile, because that would be insensitive. A humble, grateful smile. Or we have a very nice Ruinart for a special occasion. Sir, many congratulations! Why does he look so spooked? Did you want to tell your parents first?
OK, one of us is going mad here. The sommelier has retreated tactfully, and I can see him shooing away the waiter with the bread basket, who was approaching again. It was beautiful! But he just looks baffled and I feel a sudden pang of dread. Waves of humiliation are washing over me.
How can I have got this so wrong? Your surname, Richard! The cloud of happiness has gone. The Hollywood Technicolor and swoop- ing violins have gone.
The sommelier tactfully slides a wine list on to the corner of the table and retreats quickly. I thought maybe we could plan a trip.
I mean. I had absolutely zero idea. And you were agreeing with me! What did you think I was talking about? Going on about stuff. I stare back at him, stricken. I thought we had a special, unique silent bond of understanding. I thought we had a private code. And all the time he was just nodding along. I pick up my fork and put it down again. A minute ago I thought I was engaged. I was bursting through the finishing tape, arms up in elation.
God, Lottie. I dunno. I suppose so. You know. Maybe he wants to get married to someone else, one day. But not to me. And suddenly a bleak despair comes over me. I believed with all my heart that he was The One. How could I have got it so wrong? I want marriage, kids, a house. And I wanted them with you. But marriage is kind of a two-way thing. Thanks for that, anyway. You know? I need to leave, quickly.
I turn in shock to see the blonde girl with the beaded headband looking up at me. Her question is like a knife stabbing at my heart. Even though he really wanted to marry me and have kids and a dog and everything. I can feel curious eyes on my back, and swivel round to confront yet more people, listening agog. Is the whole bloody restaurant in on this now? I get back to work to find my desk littered with new Post-Its.
The phone must have been busy while I was out. I slump down at my desk and heave a long, shuddering sigh. Then I hear a cough. Kayla, my intern, is hovering at the door of my tiny office. Kayla hovers a lot round my door. It was a pretty good talk, I must admit.
As recruitment speeches for pharmaceutical companies go. My heart plummets. Why did I tell her Richard was going to propose? I was just so confident. It gave me a kick, seeing her excitement. I felt like an all-round superwoman. Nice restaurant. Her words are like lemon juice sprinkled on sore skin. Has she no finesse? I might refer to this in my appraisal of her. Kayla has some trouble working within appropriate boundaries.
Actually, I decided against it. I can say what I like. And like a bludgeon to the stomach, the enormity of the truth hits me again. All of it. Somehow that fact, above all others, makes me want to bawl.
My jaw is trembling. I have to conclude this conversation right now, before things go horribly wrong in the bursting- into-tears-in-front-of-your-intern department. Deep breath. Firm jaw. Move on. Move on, move on, move on. I can hear the teasing note in her voice and curse myself bitterly.
I should never have texted her from the restaurant. All hideous pressure. Why did I ever share my love life with my sister? Why did I ever even tell her I was dating Richard?
Let alone introduce them. Let alone start talk- ing about proposals. Then, and only then, will I send a text to Fliss saying: I met someone! He seems nice! She leaves the question dangling.
I know exactly what she means. She means, So, are you wearing a massive diamond ring and toasting yourself with Bollinger as Richard sucks your toes in some amazing hotel suite? I feel a fresh, raw pang. Find another topic. Any topic. I was just thinking, actually. I really should get round to doing that Masters on business theory. I mean, what am I waiting for?
I could apply to Birkbeck, do it in my spare time. What do you think? Lottie has her own distinct process for dealing with break-ups. There was the time she split up from Seamus. Maybe I just want to hang out with my own sister. Maybe I just want to. Do a Masters degree. She eviscerated me. What do you mean, poor me? I thought you were a feminist.