From the beginning this novel's tension weaves warp and woof between
hilarity and hell. Two women friends travel through France, encountering
backroad-European misogynist crudities and the awkward experiences of
being female, over thirty, with your teeth almost literally at your
closest friend's throat, and fancying men, but not liking them very
much. Throughout Rona's random acts of innocent irritation and Cassie's
caustic reactions, the funny and fumbled art of their compassion
supersedes self-slaughter, stretches itself thin, but refuses to
puncture, throughout years of pals together both on holiday and in
troubled spirit.