This is the story of one woman's adventures in single motherhood. It's about what happens when Mr. Right isn't around so you have a baby with Mr. Wrong, a touring musician who tells you halfway through your pregnancy that he's met someone else, just after you've given up your LA life and moved back to England to attempt some kind of modern family life with him.
... honest, moving and funny. A passage where [Heawood] realises she will always worry about whether her daughter is warm enough made me cry, but she never mentions her, or her daughter’s father by name, calling him only The Musician. The book is more about her experiences and will help other women who have to deal with insensitive health visitors assuming that their baby has a 'daddy'. And although she puts a lot of effort into not hating The Musician, I felt exasperated at his behaviour ... There are a few celebrity cameos. She interviews Goldie Hawn and Jodie Foster, who come across as kind, but then Heawood knows how to play the Hollywood publicity machine, 'kiss arse' and write in a way that’s sharp enough to impress but not offend ... Heawood has a good sense of humour, but is never bitter or cruel. Above all, she has written a tender book about parental love that she and her daughter should be proud of.
Smart, funny, and touching ... [Heawood's] journey from singlehood to motherhood is captured in delightful vignettes with cheeky titles ... Heawood presents a perfect mashup of wit and style with excellent comedic timing and the ability to capture the essence of whatever scene she is observing. Recommended for everyone who enjoys memoirs that read like humor essays à la Nora Ephron.
Bridget Jones’s Diary meets Sex in the City, Heawood’s entertaining account should appeal to fans of similar memoirs on single parenting, motherhood, and relationships.
