Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination, by Helen Fielding

Acting on a tip-off from Kate John's blog, I picked up Olivia Joules yesterday in the library (see my other blog for library-related ponderings). It's a good job I didn't have anything important to do today, cos guess what: I've already finished it. I wonder if this book brings on a pyjama-day in every female who reads it? I've never read anything by Helen Fielding before (frankly I think I was put off by Renee Zellweger's perpetual I'm-eating-a-lemon face) but I was really pleasantly surprised by Olivia Joules. It is fluff, but it's well-written fluff, and I'm all up for that on an idle weekend.