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Kathy Lette is a celebrated and outspoken comic writer who has an inimitable take on serious current issues. She is one of the pioneering voices of contemporary feminism, paving the way for Caitlin Moran and Lena Dunham.
She first achieved succès de scandale as a teenager with the novel Puberty Blues, which was made into a major film and a TV mini-series. After several years as a newspaper columnist and TV sitcom writer in America and Australia, she’s written 11 international bestsellers in her characteristic witty voice, including Mad Cows, How to Kill Your Husband - and Other Handy Household Hints (staged by the Victorian opera) and The Boy Who Fell to Earth. She is known for her regular appearances on BBC and Sky news programmes. She is an ambassador for Women and Children First, Plan International, the White Ribbon Alliance and the NAS.
Kathy Lette lives in London with her husband, her autistic son (the actor Julius Robertson) and daughter, and can often be found at The Savoy drinking a cocktail named after her. Kathy is an autodidact (a word she taught herself), but has honorary doctorates from Southampton Solent and Wollongong Universities and a Senior Fellowship from Regent’s College.
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Gosh, what a funny, emotional, romp of a story this is. Lucy begins her tale with the moment she gets arrested for picking up an undercover police officer while trying to find a prostitute for her 20 year old autistic son, her story puffs up hill, and races down dale from there. Kathy Lette has the ability to touch the parts of your heart you didn't even know existed, while tickling your ribs and smacking your opinions at the same time. Lucy’s son Merlin is a delight, his aching vulnerability, paired with his ability to run verbal rings round most people provoked snorts and thoughts. This is deceptively readable, I simply raced through it, however there were times when I stopped and sat in quiet contemplation. I can thoroughly recommend ‘Best Laid Plans’, with pussycat quick wit and playfulness, this is actually a roaring lion of a read. ~ Liz Robinson
In court, Tilly finds herself up against Jack Cassidy, the smooth-talking, politically incorrect, legal love god who broke her heart at law school. Jack is fluent in three languages - English, sarcasm and flirtation...but if he's so loathsome, then why is she committing Acute Lust in the 3rd degree? When a case lands on the doorstep that threatens to change all their lives, Tilly finds herself dangerously close to taking the law into her own hands...Will Jack's cunning ways and expertise in emotional break and enter derail her quest for justice? Or will the women take on the boys...and win?
Tilly has the day from hell when she's sacked from her barristers' chambers in the morning, then finds her husband in bed with her former best friend in the afternoon. She escapes to her mother, Roxy - a sassy solicitor whose outrageous take on men, work and family life is the despair of her more conventional daughter. Roxy comes up with a radical plan for their future - they'll set up an all-female law firm which will only champion women who have been cheated, put upon, attacked, ripped off or ruined by the men in their lives. In court, Tilly finds herself up against Jack Cassidy, the smooth-talking, politically incorrect, legal love god who broke her heart at law school. Jack is fluent in three languages - English, sarcasm and flirtation ...but if he's so loathsome, then why is she committing Acute Lust in the 3rd degree? When a case lands on the doorstep that threatens to change all their lives, Tilly finds herself dangerously close to taking the law into her own hands...Will Jack's cunning ways and expertise in emotional break and enter derail her quest for justice? Or will the women take on the boys ...and win?
Meet Merlin. He's Lucy's bright, beautiful son - who just happens to be autistic. Since Merlin's father left them in the lurch, Lucy has made Merlin the centre of her world. Struggling with the joys and tribulations of raising her adorable yet challenging child (if only Merlin came with operating instructions), Lucy doesn't have room for any other man in her life. By the time Merlin turns ten, Lucy is seriously worried that the Pope might start ringing her up for tips on celibacy, so resolves to dip a toe back into the world of dating. Thanks to Merlin's candour and quirkiness, things don't go quite to plan...Then, just when Lucy's resigned to singledom once more, Archie - the most imperfectly perfect man for her and her son - lands on her doorstep. But then, so does Merlin's father, begging for a second chance.
When Jane decides to move to the Australian outback in search of a husband, her sister Anthea thinks she's mad. But then again, the sisters have never seen eye-to-eye. Anthea is slim, beautiful and has a perfect life and fiance. Jane has always felt like the ugly duckling in comparison. But when Anthea follows her sister Down Under to try and save Jane from this latest crazy plan, she ends up taking a walk on the wild side herself.
The queen of the one-liners does it again with a tale that bowls along at great speed. She is such fun even when tackling meaty family problems, here centring on a marriage breakdown and child custody. It’s a good story told with flair – a real page-turner. Comparison: Lisa Jewell, Jane Green, Jenny Éclair.
The story of three women and their unsatisfactory marriages. Kathy has a sharp, witty style all her own. Full of one-liners, clever asides and a very modern take on life, she has created scenarios where the three sassy friends tread on their men with venom. With a good, fast-moving plot that covers a year of scheming and manipulation, this is pacy stuff with plenty of incident and a tongue-in-cheek wisdom. She is a chuckle a page if you like your humour a tad bitter.Comparisons: Jenny Eclair, Alexandra Potter, Sue Townsend.
Now an adult on "e;L"e; plates, Debbie and her girlfriends reveal what women talk about when there's no men around. Prepare yourself for full-frontal comedic camaraderie. After breaking-off with both her best friend and boyfriend Debbie runs away to the inner-city world of punk rock, dodgy jobs, new mates and R-rated adventures. It's the kaleidoscopic 1980s, a time of perms, shoulder pads, Blondie and Bowie, prawn cocktails, fondue parties and mistaking promiscuity for feminism. The blokes are laughing all the way to the sperm bank - of course they're for 'free love' as they don't have to pay for it. Preyed upon by married men and misogynistic bosses, girlfriends are the only people you can rely on. Debbie's female pals are her human wonder bras - uplifting and supportive. But it's not until the Girls' Night Out that these friends really peel off to their emotional undies. And it's a psychological strip tease which reveals some jaw-dropping truths.With equal parts humour and pathos, Kathy Lette, one of the pioneering voices of contemporary feminism, exposes all the fun and foolish things girls do when scrabbling to find our high-heeled feet in the world.
Journalist Lizzie McPhee has always thought of beauty as a case of mind over matter - if you don(1)t mind, it doesn't matter. But all that changes when she begins the countdown towards the big 4-0. Suddenly, she(1)s comparing her butt buoyancy to that of women on billboards and worrying about wrinkles. But the pitter-pitter-pat of tiny crow's feet is soon the least of Lizzie's worries. In the space of twenty four hours, she is replaced as news anchor by a young himbo who keeps fit by doing step aerobics off his own ego. And then she catches her surgeon husband Hugo cheating with catty soap actress Britney Amore - a woman whose bra cup size is bigger than her IQ. Suddenly, Lizzie is in free fall. Can she turn back the clock, and win back her life? Or will she discover there's a better way to grow older gracefully?
Query: would it be a serious breach of etiquette to run out on my own wedding? This is the question Becky Steele finds herself asking, on the morning of her very own wedding. Having finally managed to fit into her meringue dress after weeks of drinking only skimmed water, she is suddenly uncertain about what exactly she wants. Yes, she loves Julian, but is she quite ready to become a proper grown-up, and give up on the joys of the single life? Julian might be the right man, but has she had enough wrong ones? Things get more complicated still whentemptation arrives in the form of gorgeous rockstar toy boy Zack. And it looks like Julian might be making a few contingency plans of his own...
The brilliant sequel to Foetal Attraction Washed up in London and trying her best to raise her new-born son alone, Madeleine Wolfe is looking forward to taking her mind off things with some retail therapy - even if her budget stretches to prunes rather than Prada. But her day out takes an unexpected turn for the worse when she is mistakenly arrested in Harrods for shoplifting... Detained with baby Jack in Holloway Prison's Mother and Baby Unit, there's only one man Maddy can turn to for help clearing her name: the father of her baby and ex-lover Alex. Things have been bumpy between Maddy and Alex to say the least - there's the wife and children he omitted to mention for starters. He's also in the middle of launching his political career and needs to protect his wholesome image. But he won't let Maddy down when she needs him most... will he?
Madeline Wolfe is a mischievous, mutinous, high-rise (the shortest she'd ever been was 'tall for her age') Aussie redhead, who can open beer bottles with her teeth and is on first name terms with every bartender in Bangkok. She's a woman in control of her life, and no man is ever going to tell her what to do. So how come she's ended up twelve thousand miles from home, in rainy London, with no friends, her visa about to expire, with no place to live - oh, yes, and pregnant? She fell in love with Alexander Drake, that's how. But she soon realises that Alex goes through the tunnel of love holding his own hand. He also has more secrets than MI5. Alex may not be the man she thought he was, but can she persuade him to be the man she needs him to be - preferably before the baby arrives?
Love is in the air - or is it only Kat's car exhaust? The thing I longed for the most was to fall in love. I wanted an American Romeo, hot off the press, home-delivered. Nothing special, as long as he had pectorals, a PhD, a nice bum, a non-sexist attitude, a top tan, a well-read penis, pale blue eyes, could cook souffles, arm-wrestle crocodiles and wanted a loving relationship with bone marrow-melting sex. Now, was that too much to ask of a billionaire? Kat Kennedy is bored with Australian life. Especially the men. So when she wins a part in a top American sitcom, she jumps at the chance to experience some Hollywood glamour. Even if they do wear sunglasses indoors. But even her new best friend, the straight-talking Tash, can't prepare Kat for a town where the men have love-bites on their mirrors, there is no law of gravity (skin sags upwards), and they say 'Have a nice day' - and then shoot you. And then there's the irresistible superstar Pierce Scanlen. But can Kat compete with the other great love of his life - himself?
Girlfriends are each other's human wonder bras - uplifting, supportive and making each other look bigger and better He's coming at seven. He promised. Handle it. Act normal. It's your personality he's hot for, you tell yourself as you pumice toes, steam blackheads, razor pits, apply lip bleach and an organic face pack consisting of cucumber, honey, yoghurt and egg whites. The seven friends who get together for a girls' night out believe there are only two things wrong with men: everything they say and everything they do. Rowena has run away to a commune to `find herself' (but by that time, will there be anybody home?); `The Sushi Sisters' are trying to find fame as street singers; and Soula is trying to find a man who doesn't think monogamy is something you make dining room tables out of (does the teething ring in her boyfriend's pocket mean that he's married?)... In these hilarious tales of sun, sex and surf Down Under Kathy Lette reveals what women really say when men aren't around.