If I was Sophie Kinsella, I probably wouldn’t have put my real name on this book either. Weddings are usually joyous occasions, but not for Milly, whose immature decision ten years ago comes back to haunt her days before her wedding. What made me stop reading the book were the depressing story lines following each character. Without an upbeat main character or humorous story to balance the closet homosexual, the unhappy spouse, the pregnant and unwed sister, and the jilted lover, the book was just too depressing. I might never pick up another Madeline Wickham book again.