Would like to meet. By Polly James.
Could the worst thing that’s ever happened to Hannah Pinkman also turn out to be one of the best? She and her husband Dan have reached the end of the line. Bored with the same gripes, the same old arguments in fact, bored with everything they split up after a trivial row turns into something much more serious. Now Hannah has to make a new life for herself, but thats not easy. She’s been so busy being a wife and mum that she’s let all her other interests slip away, along with her friends. And when Hannah is persuaded to join a dating site, her best match is the very last person she expects it to be . .
Hannah is approaching fifty when after a petty argument her and her husband Dan end up separating.
She starts to make changes in her life, joining a walking club where she meets bold, fun, Eva, learning to row and even joining dating sites.
Her grown up son Joel takes the separation quite badly and tries quite unsuccessfully to get his parents talking to each other, but after a couple of disastrous dates and a short lived romance with a younger man, Hannah knows that the man she’s been talking to online is the man she wants, but is her frenemy about to spoil that for her.
Okay, so this is an enjoyable story and often quite funny. The characters are well written, I particularly liked Joel, Eva, and Hannah’s aunt Pearl. As for Esther I saw through her immediately.
The storyline was a good one, albeit quite predictable. Relationship falls apart- character finds themself-character finds love. But as I’ve said about other books, sometimes you want a book like that. A light, easy read that demands nothing more from you than curling up in your favourite chair with a nice cup of tea. And it’s nice to read a romance featuring older people. Love is not just for the young.
I’m giving Would like to meet four out of five stars because I did enjoy it and I’m keen to read other books by Polly James. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
I borrowed Would like to meet my from the library and as always all thoughts and opinions are my own.