Bryony Gordon survived her adolescence by dreaming about the life she'd have in her twenties: the perfect job; the lovely flat; the amazing boyfriend. The reality was something of a shock. Her Telegraph column was a diary of her daily screw-ups; she lived in a series of squalid shoe boxes; and her most meaningful relationship of the entire decade was with a Marlboro Light. Here in the Sunday Times bestselling THE WRONG KNICKERS Bryony busts open the glamorized myth of what it means to be a young (perpetually) single girl about London town, and shares the horrible and hilarious truth. The truth about picking up a colleague at the STI clinic; sinking into debt to fund a varied diet of wine, crisps and vodka; and how it feels when your dream man turns out to be a one night stand who hands you someone else's knickers in the morning. Bryony's wonderfully ridiculous and ultimately redemptive story is essential reading for everyone whose 'best years' weren't quite what they were expecting...
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First of all, my twenties were not as chaotic as they perhaps should have been and maybe now I am making up for lost time now as I enter my thirties - I've lost count of the times I've gotten myself into a pickle of late.
But it's safe to say that Gordon's account of her so-called “decade of chaos” makes for a hilarious read, her memoir starting out when she is handed the wrong knickers post one night of passion with a delicious stranger. What follows is a series of anecdotes that involve questionable other halves, dodgy living arrangements, and the party scene of dear London Town.
I have to admit, that finishing the book made me shed a tear - it's not often a book does so! A hilarious and enjoyable read for anyone trying to make sense of what it's like trying to be an adult without not much of a clue of how to do so.