Thanks, Lyra - good tip. I also love Lyra for a little girl.
Right, I've just had a shufty at my bookcase and it seems I'm being somewhat unfair on female authors. I found these which I loved: everything by Marina Lewycka (A Short History Of Tractors In Ukrainian is especially good); anything by Zadie Smith (although I dislike the smug bitch); The Help by Kathryn Stockett; Where'd You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple.
I have two books by Rosamund Lupton which I deeply regret (another whore). I have Of Mice And Men by John Steinbeck and found it to be shit. Same with To Kill A Mockingbird; why the fuck is that revered so?; I couldn't get through Love In The Time Of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I would be happy to wipe my arse on the entire Twilight saga.
These books I have adored: anything by Tony Parsons; all work by DBC Pierre; everything by Khaled Hosseini (of Kite Runner fame); The Slap by Christos Tsiolkas; everything by Truman Capote; all Gerald Durrell's work (ditto Bill Bryson); and Defending Jacob by William Landay you would all love.
April, We Need To Talk About Kevin is an astonishing book: raw and uncomfortable reading is an understatement. I am forever astounded that Shriver was able to write this stuff when she herself is childless. An iconic book, in my opinion, and very, very brave.
I have to say I am unquenchably judgemental about any person having read even one chapter of the EL James Fifty Shades series. What actually came over the female population of the world? Preposterous, desperate shite.