I can honestly say this book is incredible…insofar as it kept me incredulous from the beginning to the end. Not only was the plot unrealistic from the word go, I also found myself struggling to believe this rubbish was ever published!
The protagonist, Sapphire Rose, loses faith in relationships after catching her husband in bed with another woman. As simple a start as this is, the possibilities it allows for the creative mind are limitless; Sliding Doors, for example, is a story (albeit a film) that takes this simple concept and uses it to explore the massive impact that a single change can cause – amongst many other things. Sapphire on the other hand, doesn’t have the benefit of being written by Peter Howitt – it was written by Katie Price…and it shows. Filled with mistakes and brainless, pointless attention to details like hair, the book is the tale of Sapphire’s new life; filled by an attractive young lover and her new business, a lingerie and hen weekend company, naturally.
In short, all seems to be going well until one day Sapphire meets another gorgeous man, this time a very successful businessman! Could it be that she’s actually capable of love after all and her young-lover fling was the rebound we all knew it was? Yes, this is exactly the case. Hmm. Yet that’s not all the plot; when one of her hen parties goes badly wrong, Sapphire finds herself facing the wrath and scrutiny of the media, as well as suffering from continued A.H.M.S (another-hot-man syndrome).
What could have been an emotional journey through depths of despair and insecurity turns out to be a predictable waddle through the shallow puddle of Katie Price’s feeble mind.