Watermelon: The riotously funny and tender novel from the million-copy bestseller (Walsh Family)

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A lovely read! Marian Keyes is one of my favourite authors of all time. The story of how I discovered Marian is quite funny, actually. Continuamente se refiere a la mujer con la que su marido le puso los cuerdos como "Fat cow" (vaca gorda) While at home in Ireland my poor mother wept bitter tears at the thought of her daughter with the university education serving hamburgers to pop-stars. El libro se llama Watermelon porque la protagonista, después de haber tenido un beb��, está más gorda y se pasa el libro diciendo que parece una sandía de lo "redonda" que está. In 2021 and 2022, Keyes joined Tara Flynn in a series for BBC Radio 4 called 'Now You're Asking', in which they discussed problems sent in by listeners (they called them 'askers').

Yes,’ he said, looking at his shoes, at the ceiling, at my bottle of Lucozade, at anything other than my eyes. And like Scarlett O’Hara in the last few lines of Gone With The Wind, I said plaintively, ‘I’ll go home. I’ll go home to Dublin.’ Osman credits his mother, Brenda, for giving him and his brother, Mat (the bass guitarist in Suede), the freedom to do what they wanted growing up: she never made them go to classes or play the piano, or pushed them to go to university – “Obviously she’d have been furious if we hadn’t”. Instead “she was bright enough to let me sit and watch TV,” he says. “You have to let your kids be whatever it is they are and my mum worked that out many years before the self-help books.”

But the craic notwithstanding, these writers have more than whopping sales figures in common: Keyes was an alcoholic; Osman suffers from food addiction. As he says, “You are either controlling it or not controlling it.” There hasn’t been a day Osman hasn’t battled with food since he was nine (no surprise, the time his father left), around the same age that Keyes just knew “something was wrong, something was broken. Something needed painkilling.” At first it was sugar for her too, then books. They both mainlined Enid Blyton for a while. “But then alcohol was the big one,” she says. “The drug of choice. It was the thing that helped me cross over from feeling like a defective human being to being able to pass myself off as normal. But it was a problem immediately because I always wanted more.” I’m ashamed to tell you that I was walking on air. And I’m even sorrier to have to tell you that I felt like I’d known him all my life. And I’m going to compound things by telling you that I felt that no one understood me the way that he did. And as I’ve lost all credibility with you I might as well tell you that I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy. But I won’t push it by telling you that he made me feel safe, sexy, smart and sweet. (And sorry about this, but I really must tell you that I felt that I had met my missing other half and now I was whole, and I promise that I’ll leave it at that.) (Except perhaps to mention that he was a right laugh and great in bed. Now I mean it, that’s all, positively all.) Through meetings and discussions with James, and meetings and talks with Adam, Claire makes her decision. She decides she will leave James for good. She will work on building a love relationship with Adam. James will not accept responsibility for the affair he had. He says that Claire, through her demands on him and selfishness, drove him to have an affair. He won't admit that he was wrong. He turns the tables and makes it like he is a victim, and that Claire must change her ways if the marriage is to work. Claire does not fall for this line of reasoning. She knows she is not the devil James is making her out to be. She knows that she cannot be with him if he cannot see what he did wrong.

I loved books. And I loved reading. And I loved men who reacl. I loved a man who knew his existentialism from his magic-realism. And I had spent the last six months working with people who could just about manage to read Stage magazine (laboriously mouthing the words silently as they did so). I suddenly realised, with a pang, how much I missed the odd bit of intelligent conversation. Of all the Tex-Mex joints in all the towns in all the world, he had to walk into mine. I wasn’t a real waitress, you understand, I had a degree in English, but I went through my rebellious stage rather later than most, at about twenty-three. Which is when I thought it might be a bit of a laugh to give up my permanent, pensionable wellish-paid job in Dublin and go off to the Godless city of London and live like an irresponsible student. Publishes her first book, Watermelon, about a woman who is abandoned by her husband after giving birth to their child; it is a runaway success. Marries Tony Baines (above); the following year quits her accounting job and the pair move to Ireland. Keyes' depressive period lasted about four years. During this time she also wrote The Mystery of Mercy Close, a novel in which the heroine experiences similar battles with depression and suicide attempts as those Keyes herself experienced. [9] As Keyes further describes this period of her life: "It was like being in an altered reality . . . I was always melancholic and prone to sadness and hopelessness but this was catastrophic and unimaginable."And it’s all such a disaster. I don’t even know what to call my little girl. James and I had discussed some names – or, in retrospect, I had discussed them and he had pretended to listen – but we hadn’t decided on anything definite. And I seem to have lost the ability to make decisions on my own. Pathetic, I know but that’s marriage for you. Bang goes your sense of personal autonomy! You’ve got to write books you would read,” Osman says. “I wanted to write an intelligent book that was very accessible. That’s not in a cynical way. I make television and if I’m proud of something I want the maximum number of people to enjoy it. My natural instinct has been to write something that people will take to their hearts.”

Well all right then, just to humour you, take your worst period pain ever and multiply it by seven million and make it last for about twenty-four hours and then you have some idea what labour pains are like.) I’m sorry, but I can’t,’ he said. ‘I’ll make sure that you’re taken care of financially and we’ll sort something out about the flat and the mortgage and all that, but I have to go.’ I’d known that James was miserable for most of the time that I was pregnant, but I had put that down to my mood­ swings, my constant hunger, my raging sentimentality, where I cried at everything from Little House On the Prairie to The Money Programme.Asume que un taxista es gay y ya todo el rato se dirige a él en su mente como "el taxista gay" solo porque es bajito y no se siente atraída por él. But what about the baby?’ I asked, stunned. He couldn’t possibly leave me but he especially couldn’t leave me now that we had had a baby together. ‘You’ve got to take care of the two of us.’