That woman sounds more interesting than Lucy! And you raise some great points here. The writing is good, as good as the rest of his novels. “Good morning, Joe.”  He wasn’t Joe. Refresh and try again. It may not have fire in its belly, but it has great warmth in its heart. I'm relieved to say the author I knew and loved is back. Emma and her husband had chosen private primary education for theirs, and Lucy’s boys  eventually found them insufferable. Single mom Ellen Fox thought her life was fine, until her best friend challenges her to live it to the fullest and show her son how to take risks.

I’m afraid I didn’t think all that much of Just Like You. In the end, Joseph scandalises Lucy by revealing he ticked both boxes on the ballot paper, which really does show a class and generational divide. Social interaction eventually stopped, but you couldn’t do much about living near someone, shopping in the same stores. Please try again. This was such a delight to read with so many likeable characters and smart, funny dialog. Though Joseph recognizes he’s having sex with a woman the same age as his mother and Lucy questions what she’s doing with a twenty-something, they’re nuts about each other. What’s more, she and Joseph actually listen to each other and ask questions. Joseph was handsome and thoughtful . Their intimacy is described tenderly, and their unsaid feelings for each other get at truly knowing and appreciating someone. Nick Hornby has a basic decency that enables him to tell the stories of all kinds of characters with humor and compassion. But of course you didn’t, because there’s no way your inner monologue is as articulate, funny, clever and sensitive as are those of Hornby’s characters.

So this guy turns up to whisk her away to dinner somewhere quiet and smart and fashionable, and she notices straight away that he smells awful. To meet his mother in Tottenham? My god, she was 40- not dead. The introduction is carefully plotted as we come to know each of the two in their separate lonely lives. It is frequently funny, consistently engaging and it’s not primarily a sociological treatise or a satire: it’s a love story. It was a bit of a slog at times but I was glad I read to the end. Having said only recently that I've only read one novel that deals with the 2016 referendum in the UK, I'm now seeing them crop up everywhere (which is perhaps not unexpected). A humorous romance novel about expectations, interracial relationships, identity, and differences in the era of Brexit and Trump. I have enjoyed some of Nick Hornby's other books, but this one was harder to connect with. She had to live with their nudges and disapproval every Saturday.

And in any case the butcher was just too good, so she was willing to spend the extra. Lucy worries about her ageing body; Joseph is quick to pick up on any remark Lucy makes that suggests she’s conscious of his race. On every page, racial tensions abound. Nick Hornby's brilliantly observed, tender and brutally funny new novel gets to the heart of what it means to fall headlong in love with the best possible person - someone who may not be just like you at all. But there was no pain caused, as far as he could tell, and he’d ended up feeling as if he’d done something clumsy. My only quibble, among such pleasures, lies in certain passages of dialogue, however crackling, that are unattributed, forcing me to backtrack to figure out which lines belong to what speaker, a slight irritation that, on occasion, interrupted the flow.

Man konnte ahnungslos und ungebeten seine Meinung kundtun, und man konnte sie neugierig sein, wie man nur wollte.“ S. 27”, The Millions' Most Anticipated: The Great Second-Half 2020 Book Preview (September - December).