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Hugh is not a happy man. His immaculate wife Amanda seems more interested in her new kitchen than in him, and he works so hard to pay for it, he barely has time for his children. Maybe he'll have a chance to bond with them on...

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Overview

Chloe needs a holiday. She's sick of making wedding dresses, her partner Philip has troubles at work, and the whole family wants a break. Her wealthy friend Gerard has offered the loan of his luxury villa in Spain—perfect.

Hugh is not a happy man. His immaculate wife Amanda seems more interested in her new kitchen than in him, and he works so hard to pay for it, he barely has time for his children. Maybe he'll have a chance to bond with them on holiday. His old friend Gerard has lent them a luxury villa in Spain—perfect.

Both families arrive at the villa and realize the awful truth—Gerard has double-booked. What no one else realizes is that Chloe and Hugh have a history; and as tensions rise within the two families, old passions resurface. It seems that Gerard's 'accidental' double booking may not be an accident after all...

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Publishers Weekly

Wickham (The Gatecrasher; also, the Shopaholic series as Sophie Kinsella) spins a delightful story of British families forced to spend their vacation together after a mutual friend promises them the same week in his Spanish villa. Chloe Harding hopes that a holiday will soothe the strain between her and longtime partner Philip Murray, who is worried that a recent takeover of his company may cost him his job. Their hopes are dashed when they arrive and find another family already settled at the villa. To Chloe's disappointment, she'll be sharing the space with Hugh Stratton, the beau who broke her heart 15 years ago. Now married to high-maintenance Amanda and with two children, Hugh apologizes, and though Chloe initially expresses nothing but hurt and disdain (all the while keeping their past a secret from Philip), she eventually considers beginning life anew with Hugh. Wickham does a bangup job of creating believable characters-even Amanda is less vapid than she at first seems. Surprises abound as the plot unfolds, and the families begin to wonder whether their mutual friend made an innocent mistake in getting them together. (July)

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Wickham is the pen name of Sophie Kinsella, author of the popular "Shopaholic" series. In Kinsella's latest novel written under that pen name (following Cocktails for Three and The Gatecrasher), Amanda and Hugh Stratton, their two daughters, and their free-spirited nanny, Jenna, fly to Spain to stay at a stunning villa belonging to Hugh's old schoolmate Gerard. At the same time, Chloe, a lively dressmaker, her partner, Philip, and the couple's two sons are taking a well-deserved break as Philip's company prepares for a merger that might mean the end of his career. When the two families arrive at the villa and realize they have been double-booked, they appear to be the victims of a scheduling error. As the story unfolds, however, it turns out there's much more to their shared history. The occasional sexual situations and references to drug use make this more of an adult read than the "Shopaholic" series, but this should not deter readers from picking up what is essentially a fun and charming read. Recommended for all public library collections. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 3/15/08; library marketing campaign planned.-Ed.]
—Anastasia Diamond-Ortiz

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“Award winning actress Katherine Kellgren’s reading is light-hearted, witty, wise, and spot on. Her accents, even the Australian nanny, are amazing; her pacing perfect. Fun listening.” – SoundLibrary.com

Praise for New York Times bestseller The Gatecrasher:

“Wickham creates memorable characters who are as unpredictable and multifaceted as they are stylish. Jolly fun.” —Publishers Weekly

“Wickham has a shrewdly malicious touch with her characters.” —The Atlantic Monthly

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780552772297
  • Publisher: Transworld Publishers Limited
  • Publication date: 7/20/2004
  • Edition description: New
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 7.85 (h) x 0.55 (d)

Meet the Author

Sophie Kinsella

Madeleine Wickham is the author of several acclaimed novels, including A Desirable Residence, Cocktails for Three, and The Wedding Girl. As Sophie Kinsella, she has written a number of bestsellers including the Shopaholic series, Twenties Girl, Remember Me?, The Undomestic Goddess, and Can You Keep a Secret? Confessions of a Shopaholic was made into a major motion picture starring Isla Fisher and Hugh Dancy. Born in London, Wickham studied at New College, Oxford. She lives in London with her husband and family.

Biography

When we first meet Becky Bloomwood in Sophie Kinsella's Confessions of a Shopaholic, she's a financial journalist in London who's quickly realizing that though she may be a writer for Successful Saving magazine, she could use help practicing what she preaches. She's helplessly driving herself into debt buying things she can't afford, at one point rationalizing that buying something 30 percent off is actually saving money. Becky was a hit with readers and spawned a franchise for Kinsella. In subsequent books, readers have followed her through a temptingly whirlwind series of adventures, with her best friend, Suze, and Luke, the love of her life, often along for the ride.

The Shopaholic books are little tours of fabulousness, where objects are introduced not as incidental to the story but as key players. Becky may not attend to certain life details such as bills or space to store all of her purchases, but she knows how to pay proper homage to the details in a dress or a vintage cocktail table. When she packs for a trip, we get the list of what she's bringing. What's more, she rationalizes and justifies purchases before you can say, "Credit or cash?" (The answer for Becky, by the way, is usually credit.)

Those who value integrity or depth in their fictional characters would be well advised to steer clear of Becky; but Shopaholic fans identify with her weaknesses, finding her more sympathetic than sinister. She can be maddening in her lack of discipline or self-reflectiveness, but Kinsella has taken a cue from Jane Austen's Emma by infusing her character with enough optimism, heart, and generous spirit to overcome her faults. Becky always reassuringly lands right-side-up, making these books a fun flight of fancy.

The author has interspersed her popular series with a handful of stand-alone confections featuring protagonists as charming and deliciously funny as the Shopaholic. Fortunately for her many fans, Sophie Kinsella has a seemingly inexhaustible supply of affection for her characters. May it fuel many books to come!

Good To Know

Some outtakes from our interview with Kinsella:

"I am a serial house mover: I have moved house five times in the last eight years! But I'm hoping I might stay put in this latest one for a while."

"I've never written a children's book, but when people meet me for the first time and I say I write books, they invariably reply, 'Children's books?' Maybe it's something about my face. Or maybe they think I'm J. K. Rowling!"

"If my writing comes to a halt, I head to the shops: I find them very inspirational. And if I get into real trouble with my plot, I go out for a pizza with my husband. We order a pitcher of Long Island Iced Tea and start talking -- and basically keep drinking and talking till we've figured the glitch out. Never fails!"

"Favorite leisure pursuits: a nice hot bath, watching The Simpsons, playing table tennis after dinner, shopping, playing the piano, sitting on the floor with my two small boys, and playing building blocks and Legos."

"Least favorite leisure pursuit: tidying away the building blocks and Legos."

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    1. Also Known As:
      Madeleine Wickham (real name)
    2. Hometown:
      London, England
    1. Date of Birth:
      December 12, 1969
    2. Place of Birth:
      London, England
    1. Education:
      B.A. in Politics, Philosophy and Economics, Oxford University, 1990; M.Mus., King's College, London, 1992
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SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS (Chapter One)

The sun was a dazzling white ball, shining brightly through the window, making Chloe’s tiny sitting room as hot as a roasting dish. As Chloe leaned closer to Bethany Bridges, she could feel a bead of sweat beneath her cotton dress, making its careless way down her backbone like a little beetle. She inserted a pin into a fold of heavy white silk, yanked the fabric hard against Bethany’s skin, and felt the girl take a panicky inward gasp.

It was too hot to work, thought Chloe, standing back and pushing tendrils of wispy fair hair off her forehead. Certainly too hot to be standing in this airless room, corseting an anxious overweight girl into a wedding dress which was almost certainly two sizes too small. She glanced for the hundredth time at her watch, and felt a little leap of excitement. It was almost time. In only a few minutes the taxi would arrive and this torture would be over, and the holiday would officially begin. She felt faint with longing; with a desperate need for escape. It was only for a week—but a week would be enough. A week had to be enough, didn’t it?

Away, she thought, closing her eyes briefly. Away from it all. She wanted it so much it almost scared her.

‘Right,’ she said, opening her eyes and blinking. For a moment she could barely remember what she was doing; could feel nothing but heat and fatigue. She had been up until two the night before, hemming three tiny bridesmaids’ dresses—a hasty last-minute order. The hideous pink patterned silk—chosen by the bride—still seemed to be dancing in front of her eyes; her fingers were still sore from clumsy needle pricks.

‘Right,’ she said again, trying to muster some professionalism. Her gaze gradually focused on Bethany’s damp flesh, spilling over the top of the wedding dress like overrisen cake mixture, and she pulled an inward face. She turned to Bethany’s mother, who sat on the small sofa, watching with pursed lips. ‘That’s about as good a fit as I can get. But it’s still very much on the tight side … How do you feel, Bethany?’

Both women turned to survey Bethany, whose face was slowly turning puce.

‘I can’t breathe,’ she gulped. ‘My ribs …’

‘She’ll be fine,’ said Mrs Bridges, eyes narrowing slightly. ‘You just need to go on a diet, Bethany.’

‘I feel sick,’ whispered Bethany. ‘Honestly, I can’t breathe.’

She gazed with silent desperation at Chloe, who smiled diplomatically at Mrs Bridges.

‘I know this dress is very special to you and your family. But if it’s really too small for Bethany …’

‘It’s not too small!’ snapped Mrs Bridges. ‘She’s too big! When I wore that dress, I was five years older than she is now. And it swung around my hips, I can tell you.’

Involuntarily, Chloe found her eyes swivelling to Bethany’s hips, which pressed unhappily against the seams of the dress like a large mass of blancmange.

‘Well, it doesn’t swing round mine,’ said Bethany flatly. ‘It looks awful, doesn’t it?’

‘No!’ said Chloe at once. ‘Of course it doesn’t. It’s a lovely dress. You just…’ She cleared her throat. ‘You just look a little bit uncomfortable around the sleeves … and perhaps around the waistline….’

She was interrupted by a sound at the door.

‘Mum!’ Sam’s face appeared. ‘Mum, the taxi’s here. And I’m baking.’ He wiped the sweat elaborately from his brow with his T-shirt, exposing a tanned, skinny midriff.

‘Already?’ said Chloe, looking at her watch. ‘Well, tell Dad, would you?’

‘OK,’ said Sam. His eyes shifted to Bethany’s miserable, trussed-up form—and an ominous mirth began to spread over his sixteen-year-old face.

‘Yes, thank you, Sam,’ said Chloe quickly, before he could say anything. ‘Just…just go and tell Dad the taxi’s here, would you? And see what Nat’s doing.’

The door closed behind him and she breathed out.

‘Right,’ she said lightly. ‘Well, I’ve got to go—so perhaps we could leave it there for today? If you do want to go ahead with this particular dress—’

‘She’ll get into it,’ cut in Mrs Bridges with quiet menace. ‘She’ll just have to make an effort. You can’t have it both ways, you know!’ Suddenly she turned on Bethany. ‘You can’t have chocolate fudge cake every night and be a size twelve!’

‘Some people do,’ said Bethany miserably. ‘Kirsten Davis eats what she likes and she’s size eight.’

‘Then she’s lucky,’ retorted Mrs Bridges. ‘Most of us aren’t so lucky. We have to choose. We have to exercise self-control. We have to make sacrifices in life. Isn’t that right, Chloe?’

‘Well,’ said Chloe. ‘I suppose so. Anyway, as I explained earlier, I am actually going on holiday today. And the taxi’s just arrived to take us to Gatwick. So perhaps if we could arrange—’

‘You don’t want to look like a great fat pig on your wedding day!’ exclaimed Mrs Bridges. To Chloe’s horror she got up and began to tweak her daughter’s trembling flesh. ‘Look at all this! Where did this all come from?’

‘Ow!’ exclaimed Bethany. ‘Mum!’

‘Mrs Bridges…’

‘You want to look like a princess! Every girl wants to make the effort to look their best on the day they get married. I’m sure you did, didn’t you?’ Mrs Bridges’ gimlet gaze landed on Chloe. ‘I’m sure you made yourself look as beautiful as possible for your wedding day, didn’t you?’

‘Well,’ said Chloe. ‘Actually—’

‘Chloe?’ Philip’s mop of dark curly hair appeared round the door. ‘Sorry to disturb—but we do have to get going. The taxi’s here…’

‘I know,’ said Chloe, trying not to sound as tense as she felt. ‘I know it is. I’m just coming—’

when I can get rid of these bloody people who arrive half an hour late and won’t take a hint, her eyes silently said, and Philip gave an imperceptible nod.

‘What was your wedding dress like?’ said Bethany wistfully as he disappeared. ‘I bet it was lovely.’

‘I’ve never been married,’ said Chloe, reaching for her pin-box. If she could just prise the girl out of the dress …

‘What?’ Mrs Bridges eyes darted to Bethany, then around the room strewn with snippets of wedding silk and gauze, as though suspecting a trick. ‘What do you mean, you’ve never been married? Who was that, then?’

‘Philip’s my long-term partner,’ said Chloe, forcing herself to remain polite. ‘We’ve been together for thirteen years.’ She smiled at Mrs Bridges. ‘Longer than a lot of marriages.’

And why the hell am I explaining myself to you? she thought furiously.

Because three fittings for Bethany plus six bridesmaids’ dresses is worth over a thousand pounds, her brain swiftly replied. And I only have to be polite for ten more minutes. I can bear ten minutes. Then they’ll be gone—and we’ll be gone. For a whole week. No phone calls, no newspapers, no worries. No-one will even know where we are.

Gatwick Airport was as hot, crowded and noisy as it had ever been. Queues of charter-flight passengers lolled disconsolately against their trolleys; children whined and babies wailed. Tannoy voices almost triumphantly announced delay after delay.

All of it washed over the head of Hugh Stratton, standing at the Regent Airways Club Class check-in desk. He felt in the inside pocket of his linen blazer, produced four passports and handed them to the girl behind the desk.

‘You’re travelling with …’

‘My wife. And children.’ Hugh pointed to Amanda, who was standing a few yards away with the two little girls clutching one leg. Her mobile phone was clamped to her ear; as she felt his gaze she looked up, took a few steps towards the desk and said,

‘Amanda Stratton. And these are Octavia and Beatrice.’

‘Fine,’ said the girl, and smiled. ‘Just have to check.’

‘Sorry about that, Penny,’ said Amanda into the mobile. ‘Now before I go, let me just check the colours for that second bedroom. …’

‘Here are your boarding passes,’ smiled the girl at Hugh, handing him a sheaf of wallets. ‘The Club Class lounge is on the upper level. Enjoy your flight.’

‘Thank you,’ said Hugh. ‘I’m sure we will.’ He smiled back at the girl, then turned away, pocketing the boarding passes, and walked towards Amanda. She was still talking into her mobile phone, apparently oblivious that she was standing bang in the path of passengers queuing for Economy check-in. Family after family was skirting around her—the men eyeing up her long, golden brown legs, the girls looking covetously at her Joseph shift dress, the grannies smiling down at Octavia and Beatrice in their matching pale blue denim smocks. His entire family looked like something out of a colour supplement, Hugh found himself thinking dispassionately. No imperfections; nothing out of place.

‘Yup,’ Amanda was saying as he approached. She thrust a manicured hand through her dark, glossy crop, then turned it over to examine her nails. ‘Well, as long as the linen arrives on time …’

Just a sec, she mouthed at Hugh, who nodded and opened his copy of the Financial Times. If she was on the phone to the interior decorator, she might be a while.

It had emerged only recently that several rooms in their Richmond house were to be redecorated while they were in Spain. Which ones precisely, Hugh still wasn’t sure. Nor was he sure quite why any of the house needed redoing so soon—after all, they’d had the whole place gutted and done up when they’d bought it, three years ago. Surely wallpaper didn’t deteriorate that quickly?

But by the time Amanda had brought him on board the whole house-doing-up project, it had been obvious that the basic decision—to do up or not to do up?—had already been made, presumably at some level far higher than his. It had also become crystal clear that he was involved only in a consultatory capacity, in which he had no powers of veto. In fact, no executive powers at all.

At work, Hugh Stratton was Head of Corporate Strategy of a large, dynamic company. He had a parking space in front of the building, a respectful personal assistant, and was looked up to by scores of young, ambitious executives. Hugh Stratton, it was generally acknowledged, had one of the finest grasps of commercial strategy in the business world today. When he spoke, other people listened.

At home, nobody listened. At home, he felt rather like the equivalent of the third-generation family shareholder. Permitted to remain on the board because of sentiment and the family name, but frankly, most of the time, in the way.

‘OK, fine,’ Amanda was saying. ‘I’ll call you during the week. Ciao.’ She put her mobile phone into her bag and looked up at Hugh. ‘Right! Sorry about that.’

‘That’s fine,’ said Hugh politely. ‘No problem.’

There was a short pause, during which Hugh felt the flashing embarrassment of a host unable to fill the silence at his dinner party.

But that was ridiculous. Amanda was his wife. The mother of his children.

‘So,’ he said, and cleared his throat.

‘So—we’re meeting this nanny at twelve,’ Amanda said, looking at her watch. ‘I hope she works out OK.’

‘Sarah’s girl recommended her, didn’t she?’ said Hugh, eagerly taking up the threads of the conversation.

‘Well,’ said Amanda. ‘Yes, she did. But these Aussies all recommend each other. It doesn’t mean they’re any good.’

‘I’m sure she’ll be fine,’ said Hugh, trying to sound more confident than he felt. As long as she wasn’t like the girl from the Ukraine who had once come to stay with them as an au pair, wept in her room every evening, and left after a week. Hugh was still uncertain what precisely had gone wrong: since the girl had had no English lessons before she left, her final stream of tearful wailing had all been in Russian.

‘Yes, well, I hope so.’ There was an ominous tone in Amanda’s voice; Hugh knew exactly what it meant. It meant We could have gone to Club Med with babysitting thrown in and avoided all this hassle. It meant This villa had better live up to its promise. It meant If anything goes wrong I’m blaming you.

‘So,’ said Hugh hurriedly. ‘Do you … want to have a coffee? Or buy anything in the shops?’

‘As a matter of fact, I’ve just realized I left my make-up bag behind.’ Amanda’s brows knitted slightly. ‘So annoying. My mind just wasn’t with it this morning.’

‘Right!’ said Hugh heartily. ‘Project Make-up.’ He smiled at Octavia and Beatrice. ‘Shall we help Mummy choose some new make-up?’

‘I don’t have to choose,’ said Amanda as they began to walk off. ‘I always have the same. Chanel base and lips, Lancôme eye pencil and mascara, Bourjois eye shadow number 89 … Octavia, please stop pushing. Thank God I packed the sunblock separately … Octavia, stop pushing Beatrice!’ Her voice rose in exasperation. ‘These children …’

‘Look, why don’t I take them off somewhere while you go shopping?’ said Hugh. ‘Beatrice? Do you want to come with Daddy?’

He held out his hand to his two-year-old daughter, who gave a little wail and clung to her mother’s leg.

‘Don’t bother,’ said Amanda, rolling her eyes. ‘We’ll just whiz into Boots and whiz out again. Although what I’ll do if they don’t stock Chanel …’

‘Go without,’ said Hugh. He reached up and traced a line down her lightly tanned cheekbone. ‘Go naked.’

Amanda turned and gave him a blank stare.

‘Go naked? What on earth do you mean?’

‘Nothing,’ said Hugh after a pause, and attempted a smile. ‘Just my little joke.’

The sun seemed to mock Philip as he stood on the scorching pavement, passing suitcases to a sweating minicab driver. It had been the hottest British July for twenty years: day after day of baking, Mediterranean-style heat that had taken the nation by pleasant surprise. Why go abroad? strangers kept asking each other smugly in the street. Why on earth go abroad?

And here they were, about to fly off to an unknown villa in Spain.

‘Any more bags?’ said the driver, standing up and mopping his brow.

‘I’m not sure,’ said Philip, and turned towards the house. ‘Chloe?’

There was no answer. Philip took half a step towards the house, then stopped, full of heatwave apathy. It was too hot to move ten feet. Let alone hundreds of miles. What the bloody hell were they doing? What had they been thinking of, organizing a holiday in Spain, of all places?

‘No hurry,’ said the driver comfortably, and leaned against the car.

A little girl on roller skates passed by, eyeing Philip curiously over her ice lolly, and Philip found himself glaring resentfully back. No doubt she was on her way to the sanctuary of some cool, shady lawn. Some green and pleasant English garden. Whereas he was forced to stand out here in the blistering heat, with nothing to look forward to but a cramped ride in an un-airconditioned Ford Fiesta, followed by an even more cramped ride in a packed plane. And then what?

‘Paradise,’ Gerard had called his villa, waving a brandy glass in the air. ‘Pure Andalusian Paradise, my loves. You’ll adore it.’ But then, Gerard was a wine reviewer: words like ‘paradise’, ‘nectar’ and ‘ambrosia’ fell off his tongue all too readily. If he could describe a perfectly ordinary Habitat sofa as ‘transcendental’—and it was on record that he could—then what might this ‘Paradise’ of a villa turn out to be like?

Everyone knew how disorganized Gerard was; how thoroughly hopeless when it came to practical matters. He claimed to be DIY-dyslexic; unable even to change a plug, let alone wield a hammer. ‘What exactly is a rawl-plug?’ he would ask his assembled guests, raising his eyebrows; waiting for the roar of laughter. When one was sitting in his luxurious Holland Park flat, drinking his expensive wine, this ignorance always seemed like just another of his entertaining affectations. But what did it bode for their holiday? Visions of blocked drains and crumbling plaster began to fill Philip’s mind, and he frowned anxiously. Maybe it wasn’t too late to abandon the whole idea. For God’s sake, what did this holiday have to offer that couldn’t be accomplished just as easily—and a lot more cheaply—with a couple of day trips to Brighton and a night out at a tapas bar?

At the thought of money his heart began to thump, and he took a deep breath. But already a few wisps of suppressed panic were beginning to escape; to circle his mind looking for a place to lodge. How much were they spending on this holiday? How much would it come to, after all the outings and extras?

Not much in the grand scheme of things, he reminded himself firmly, for the hundredth time. Not much compared to other people’s extravagances. All things being equal, it was a modest, unambitious little holiday.

But for how long would all things remain equal?

A fresh spasm of fear leapt through him and he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. Trying to empty his mind of the thoughts that attacked him whenever he allowed his guard to drop. He had promised Chloe faithfully that he would try to relax this week; they’d agreed that they wouldn’t even mention it. This would be a week of escape on all levels. God knew, they needed it.

The taxi driver lit a cigarette. Philip quelled the desire to ask for one, and looked at his watch. They were still in good time for the flight, but even so …

‘Chloe?’ he called, taking a step towards the house. ‘Sam? Are you coming?’

There was a stretch of silence, during which the sun seemed to beat down on his head more strongly than ever. Then the front door opened and Sam appeared, closely followed by eight-year-old Nat. Both boys were dressed in baggy surfing shorts and wrap-around shades, and walked with the confident loose-limbed swagger of youth.

‘Awright?’ said Sam confidently to the taxi driver. ‘Awright, Dad?’

Awright?’ echoed Nat in his high-pitched treble.

Both boys dumped their bags in the boot and went to sit on the garden wall, headphones already plugged in.

‘Boys?’ said Philip. ‘Nat, Sam, could you get in the car, please?’

There was silence. Nat and Sam might as well have been on a different planet.

‘Boys?’ repeated Philip, raising his voice sharply. He met the taxi driver’s sardonic eye and quickly looked away again. ‘Get into the car!’

‘There’s no hurry,’ said Sam, shrugging.

‘Sam, we’re about to go on holiday. The plane leaves in …’ Philip tailed off and glanced unconvincingly at his watch. ‘In any case, that’s not the point.’

‘Mum isn’t here yet,’ pointed out Sam. ‘We can get in when she arrives. No hass.’ He settled calmly back on his perch and Philip stared at him for a few moments, a little impressed despite his annoyance. The truth was, he thought, Sam wasn’t being deliberately impertinent or obstructive—he merely believed his own opinion to be just as important as any adult’s. At sixteen, he considered the world to be as much his as anyone else’s. More so, perhaps.

And maybe he was right, thought Philip morosely. Maybe the world did belong to the young these days, with its computer language and teenage columnists and Internet millionaires; with its demand for speed and novelty and now. Everything was immediate, everything was online, everything was easy. And the slow, redundant humans were simply thrown out, like pieces of obsolete hardware.

A familiar gnawing began in Philip’s chest, and to distract himself, he reached into his inside jacket pocket to check the clutch of four passports. At least they hadn’t put these on computer yet, he thought savagely. These were the real thing, solid and irreplaceable. He leafed through idly, glancing at each photograph in turn. Himself—only last year, but looking about ten years younger than he did these days. Nat, aged four with huge, apprehensive eyes. Chloe, looking about sixteen, with the same blue eyes as Nat’s; the same blond wispy hair. Sam at twelve with a sunburned face, grinning insouciantly at the camera. ‘Samuel Alexander Murray’, declared the passport.

Philip paused for a moment, staring with a tweak of fondness at Sam’s irrepressible, twelve-year-old face. Samuel Alexander Murray.

S. A.M.

They’d changed his name by deed poll from Harding when he was seven, when Chloe was pregnant with Nat.

‘I don’t want my boys having different names,’ she’d said, her voice full of a hormonal weepiness. ‘I don’t want them being different. And you’re Sam’s dad now. You are.’

‘Of course I am,’ Philip had said, taking her in his arms. ‘Of course I’m his dad. I know it, and Sam knows it. But what he’s called … that’s irrelevant.’

‘I don’t care. I want it.’ Her eyes had filled with tears. ‘I really want it, Philip.’

So they’d done it. For courtesy’s sake, she had contacted Sam’s real father, who was now a professor in Cape Town, to tell him about the proposed change in Sam’s name. He had replied briefly that he really didn’t care what the child was called and could Chloe please keep her side of the bargain and not contact him again.

So they’d filled in the forms, and had Sam re-registered as Murray. And to Philip’s surprise, as superficial a change as it was, he’d found himself strangely affected by it: by a seven-year-old boy—with no blood ties to him—taking on his name. They’d even cracked open a bottle of champagne to celebrate. In a way, he supposed, it was the closest they’d ever come to having a wedding.

His thoughts were interrupted as the front door opened and he saw Chloe ushering her last customers out of the house—a red-faced girl in shorts and a waspish mother whose eyes met his suspiciously, then darted away again. Beside the pair of them, in her flowing cotton dress, Chloe looked cool and unruffled.

‘Think about it, Bethany,’ she was saying. ‘Goodbye, Mrs Bridges. Nice to see you again.’

There was a polite silence as the woman and her daughter walked towards their Volvo. As their car doors slammed shut, Chloe breathed out.

‘At last!’ She looked up at Philip, her eyes lit up. ‘At last! I can’t believe it’s actually here.’

‘So you still want to go,’ said Philip. He was, he realized, only half joking.

‘Idiot.’ Chloe grinned at him. ‘Let me just get my bag….’

She disappeared back into the house and Philip looked at Sam and Nat.

‘OK, you two. You can either get in the taxi now—or we can leave you behind. Your choice.’

Nat’s head jerked nervously, and he glanced at his older brother. There was a slight pause—then casually Sam stood up, shook himself down like a dog and ambled round to the passenger door of the car. With a distinct air of relief, Nat followed, and buckled himself into his seat. The taxi driver switched on the engine, and a DJ’s cheery voice cut through the still air of the street.

‘Right!’ Chloe appeared at Philip’s side, slightly flushed, clutching a large wicker bag. ‘I’ve locked up, so we’re all set! Off to Spain.’

‘Great!’ said Philip, trying to muster a matching enthusiasm. ‘Off to Spain.’ Chloe looked at him.

‘Philip …’ she began, and sighed. ‘You promised you’d try to …’

‘Enjoy myself.’

‘Yes! Why not, for a change?’

There was silence.

‘I’m sorry,’ said Chloe, and rubbed her forehead. ‘That’s not fair. But … I really need this holiday, Philip. We both do. We need to get away from the house and … and people … and …’

‘And …’ said Philip, and stopped.

‘Yes,’ said Chloe, meeting his eyes directly. ‘That most of all. Just for a week, I don’t even want to think about it.’

An aeroplane came into earshot overhead; although they were used to living on the flight path, involuntarily they tilted their heads back to look at it.

‘You do realize the report’s due out this week,’ said Philip, staring up at the blue sky. ‘The decision will be made, one way or the other.’

‘I do,’ said Chloe. ‘And you do realize there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. Except worry and obsess and give yourself several more ulcers.’ She gave a sudden frown. ‘Have you got your mobile phone on you?’

Philip hesitated, then pulled it out of his pocket. Chloe took it from him, walked up the path to the house and posted it through the letterbox.

‘I’m serious, Philip,’ she said, as she turned round. ‘I’m not letting anything spoil this holiday. Come on.’ She walked to the taxi and opened the door. ‘Let’s go.’

SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS. Copyright © 2001 by Madeleine Wickham.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2009

    Enjoyable

    This is the second book that I have read from this author and I found it equally enjoyable. It was a fun summer read that kept me looking forward to the next chapter ahead.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2009

    Sleeping Arrangements is just ok

    It's nothing special. I really like her books and I was a bit disappointed in this one. It was hard for me to finish it. I really could have just stoppped reading half way through and not thought twice about it.
    It just was kinda boring and dragged on. I just didn't care to find out what happend.
    Look for something else to read.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 29, 2009

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    Fun Read!

    This is a fun read that is great for the beach or rainy days. The characters are interesting and the plot is humorous and heart-warming at the same time. I was able to relate to the characters in the story. This book would make a great gift for girlfriends!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 27, 2009

    ok but not her best

    A little too predictable; seems like she couldn't decide between writing a mystery or a romance. I love this author but this wasn't one of her best.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 10, 2009

    Don't Bother

    I really like this author, but not this book. Frankly, I read it quickly, but only because I wanted to finish it, so I could read something better. The plot and characters were weak. Not worth the time invested.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 25, 2009

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    Not the best

    I was really disappointed with this book. Usually I love books by Sophie Kinsella though she was writing under Madeline Wickham for this book. The characters were lacking. I didn't like them. None of them ever became characters I really care about. They all seemed shallow and full of self interest. The best characters were the kids of the "lovers" and they don't play that big a role. I think Madeline should stick with being Sophie.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2008

    Ho Hum

    I'm disappointed that I didn't like this book more, because I usually like the author's work (whichever name she writes under!) The characters weren't really likable and the renewed 'affair' was lame and unbelievable... after 15 years apart and a few creepy stares at each other across the room they succumb that easily? The only one I was amused by was the nanny, but she couldn't carry the whole book with her 'Jokes!'. Sorry - just didn't think this one was worth the time.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 29, 2013

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    I absolutely love Sophie Kinsella and this is the first book I'v

    I absolutely love Sophie Kinsella and this is the first book I've tried of her chick-lit line featuring less romance and more grounded issues—through her real name, Madeleine Wickham. Sleeping Arrangements is light, refreshing, and has a bit of a implausible—but still charmingly British—storyline; I enjoyed it immensely, but don't think it's something from which I took much away.

    The hidden past surrounding Chloe and Hugh is slowly unraveled through flashbacks. From their first encounter at Gerard's villa, there's an explosive recognition—boom. From there on, readers slowly learn what exactly it is that's between them, and how exactly they'll react. Without giving too much away, I will say the plot itself was highly extractable and far-fetched, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

    Wickham's characters aren't particularly deep. For the most part, they're static and unrelateable, but she pens them with such grace and endearment, that I can't help but like them all. Even the ones that are portrayed negatively, such as Hugh's ridiculously anal wife, Amanda, are pleasing and entertaining to follow.

    The highlight of this novel would definitely be its execution. The plot and characters themselves are mediocre and unremarkable, but the writing flows easily, and Wickham's style is smooth, often subtly hilarious, and blithe. I breezed through this novel; Sleeping Arrangements is a quick, lighthearted story set to the backdrop of a gorgeous Spanish town; a great read for a sunny day!

    Pros: Charmingly clever // Witty and perceptive // Linear storyline // Light, breezy read // Masterful, yet brief description of Spanish countryside

    Cons: Shallow, two-dimensional characters // Nothing deep or profound // Unmemorable

    Verdict: Cute and fluffy, Sleeping Arrangements isn't particularly complex or profound, but it's a damn entertaining read. The characters are fun to get to know and the story unravels by itself; this is effortless, feel-good chick-lit with stormy twists and turns and a penchant for family values. Madeleine Wickham weaves a funny, breezy, and tender story with her usual British magnetism and sprightliness of touch.

    Rating: 8 out of 10 hearts (4 stars): An engaging read; highly recommended.

    Source: Complimentary copy provided by TripFiction in exchange for an honest and unbiased review (thank you!).

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 1, 2013

    Good read...light reading

    This was a good book with a few twists I didn't see coming. Very entertaining. Great vacation, take to the beach book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2012

    Disointed Disapointed

    Love most of her books but this one left me wanting more.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 1, 2012

    I don't get it--how can Sophie Kinsella be fabulous, and Madelei

    I don't get it--how can Sophie Kinsella be fabulous, and Madeleine Wickham so....Tab?

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 6, 2012

    Eh

    Kinda good but end was weird. She had an affair then didnt really tell anyone. It was ok but not her best.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 24, 2012

    Riveting

    Keeps you guessing!

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  • Posted August 16, 2011

    Ok

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  • Posted January 27, 2011

    WHORE-ible!!!!

    Very, very disappointed. I loved SK's first Shopaholic book and her other stand-alone titles. This book made me nauseous. The plot revolved around every character justifying why it's okay to sleep around. The other reviewer mentioned "baby barfing" throughout the entire book...I couldn't have said it better myself.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 17, 2010

    This book had me baby barfing all the way through.

    I enjoyed many of Sophie Kinsella's books. This book was an unbelievable disappointment for me....on so many levels. I COULD NOT believe the "heroin" justified an affair at all, let alone after a few stolen glances. The nanny would have been funny if she wasn't so disturbing. I'm not a prude when it comes to romantic comedy. But this was ridiculous and nauseating. Sorry.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 5, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    FUN AND LIGHT-HEARTED READ

    Summer is here and this is a beach read type of book. Or as I call them-car books. I always keep a book like this in the car-I can read it in spurts while I am waiting to pick the kids up from school, stuck in traffic, need a few minutes to myself, etc. Put it down, pick it up two days later and you really don't lose continuity. For some reason, writing as Sophie Kinsella, the tone of the novel is frothier and more fun than when the author writes under Madeleine Wickham. I loved the SHOPAHOLIC series but some of her other books tend to be a bit dragged out. The storyline here is cute, not entirely unoriginal and has some aparks to it.

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  • Posted April 16, 2010

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    I Also Recommend:

    Easy Read with some good Qualities

    I am a bug fan of Sophie Kinsella/Wickham. I loved the shopaholic series as well as Can you keep a Secret. Now, I enjoyed reading this book. It is a light read, easy to follow, and had some interesting occurences. The characters were fun, yet some of the situations such as Chloe and Hugh getting together and no one finding out about it, ticked me off a bit. These two characters got around their partners with a secret they had for 16 years, and its a bit unbelievable. I guuss thats why it is a story, but you feel like you want to knock the characters upside the head!

    All in all its a cute book, some may love it, others may hate it. But if your looking for a cute beach read pick this one up!

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  • Posted April 8, 2010

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    SHe did it again....

    This book is great! I started in during a golf tournament and could not put it down...till the tournament was over...and so was the book. Of course, I promptly gave it to my sister to read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2009

    I'd b*tch-slap all the main characters if I could.

    I loved her Shopaholic series and looked forward to reading this. However, I was sadly disappointed with this one. The characters are mere caricatures and none likable. The book was just gratuitous whining, drunkenness, illicit sex, underage sex, and pot smoking. I'm not a prude, but instead of using any of this to drive character growth, it was simply background. And boring background at that.

    It's a quick read if you don't want to engage your brain and are fine with extreme redundancy and false drama.

    I do feel slightly guilty bagging on her like this, as I've always been a fan. I guess prolific writing will produce a bad result every now and again.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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