Going La La - Tapa blanda

From the author of the bestselling debut, WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT, a second novel of smog, suntans and a little bit of sex. If you’re going la la, then there’s no better place than L.A.

Of course Frankie is happy. Happy with her estate agent boyfriend Hugh, happy that her career is finally going somewhere. Happy with her flat and her two cats, Fred and Ginger. Until Hugh tells her that he’s not. Happy that is. He needs space. Space that apparently Frankie is not allowed to fill.

Of course Frankie is unhappy. So unhappy that when she’s fired from her job, it seems to fit in with the rest of her life falling apart. So unhappy that she decides to quit her life in London and go to L.A.. To the land where her best friend Rita is trying to make it as an actress, and Dorian is living upstairs and is free to amuse her whenever she needs a friend. And finally there even seems to be space in her thoughts for Reilly, a contemporary version of the classic marlboro man. Who might, just might, be the one to make her happy again.

'”I need space.”
”Are you saying you want me to move out?”
It was the longest pause. Finally he spoke,
”I’m saying it’s over.”'

Frankie's life is falling apart. In less than a week she's gone from having everything – a great job, lovely flat and gorgeous Hugh, the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with – to having absolutely sod all.

Devasted, dumped and on the dole, she makes a decision. If Hugh wants space he can have it. Six thousand miles of it. So she packs her bags and heads to Los Angeles. To stay with her old friend Rita. To try and sort her life out. To try and get over Hugh. She does not, repeat not, go to LA to meet someone else, especially not an American photographer called Reilly, who's the most arrogant, selfish man she's ever met.

And also the sexiest.

This is the story about not knowing what – or who – is round the next corner. About what would happen if you had to chose between a man you've just met and the love of your life . . .