Let's Call The Whole Thing Off
Reasons why you should never, ever, read your best friend’s diary (even if it has fallen to the floor, pages open oh-so temptingly…):- It’s morally indefensible.- She would never trust you again.- You probably know it all anyway…So what harm could the tiniest peek do…? Answer: Lots! The best reason for never reading your best friend’s diary:- You might just find out something you really didn’t want to know!Learning her fiancé, Ed – the guy she’s supposed to marry this weekend! – is having an affair with her best friend, is a devastating bombshell for bride-to-be Anna. Confused, hurt and absolutely livid, she hops on the first train to anywhere-but-here in need of some serious soul searching.Can she ever forgive Ed? Who is Anna ‘sans Ed’? And more importantly, should she go through with the wedding or should she just call the whole thing off?Jill Steeples first novel Desperately Seeking Heaven is shortlisted for the Romantic Novelists' Association Joan Hessayon Award 2014Praise for Jill Steeples'Let’s Call The Whole Thing Off by Jill Steeples is a well written and easy to like book.If you are looking for a chick lit with a twist then give this one a read.' - HarlequinJunkie'So gripping, vivid, enjoyable and fascinating!!!' - Sky's Book Corner'It was a thoroughly enjoyable read that kept you wanting more.' - A Book and Tea'I enjoyed reading this a lot. Jill is a great writer, she knows how to tell a story. I can’t wait to read more of Jill Steeples.' - Dreaming with Open Eyes
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Reasons why you should never, ever, read your best friendâs diary (even if it has fallen to the floor, pages open oh-so temptinglyâ¦):
Itâs morally indefensible.
She would never trust you again.
You probably know it all anywayâ¦
So what harm could the tiniest peek doâ¦? Answer: Lots! The best reason for never reading your best friendâs diary:
You might just find out something you really didnât want to know!
Learning her fiancé, Ed â the guy sheâs supposed to marry this weekend! â is having an affair with her best friend, is a devastating bombshell for bride-to-be Anna. Confused, hurt and absolutely livid, she hops on the first train to anywhere-but-here in need of some serious soul searching.
Can she ever forgive Ed? Who is Anna âsans Edâ? And more importantly, should she go through with the wedding or should she just call the whole thing off?
Letâs Call the Whole Thing Off
Jill Steeples
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2014
Copyright © Jill Steeples 2014
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E-book Edition © June 2014 ISBN: 978 1 472 07428 7
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Desperately Seeking Heaven
Jill Steeples lives in a small market town in Bedfordshire with her husband and two children.
From an early age she fell in love with the fabulously funny romances of Jilly Cooper, and vowed, one day, she would have a go at writing one of her own.
Jill loves writing short stories, particularly those with a twist in the tail, and her work has appeared in popular womenâs magazines around the world and in a number of charity anthologies.
Letâs Call the Whole Thing Off is her second novel.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
There are 101 reasons (listed below) why you should never, ever, read anyoneâs personal diary, especially not your best friendâs diary, even if said item just so happens to fall off their bedside cabinet laying open all those pages of hastily scribbled blue ink in a tempting array.
I took a deep breath â¦
It is a morally indefensible thing to do.
This is my bestie, for Christâs sake. If sheâd wanted me to know the stuff in there she would have told me.
I probably know all the stuff in there anyway.
My best friend trusts me implicitly.
I wouldnât do anything to betray my friendâs trust.
I am not the sort of lowlife person to even consider such a thing.
I would be incensed if anybody did the same thing to me.
I know everything there is to know about my friend. She knows everything about me. We share absolutely everything. Best friends. Forever. Together.
Itâs probably full of boring everyday stuff. Went to work. Had pizza. Got drunk.
So if I know it all anyway, have lived through most of it with her anyway, listened to the work woes, shared the pizza, got drunk along with acquiring my very own version of the T-shirt, then does it really matter about those other ninety-one trifling reasons?
No.
So what possible harm could the tiniest, sneakiest peek do?
I took another deeper breath and picked up the diary â¦
Sunday 31 March
Feel crap. Crap, crap, crap. My head is in a constant state of fuzziness, my thoughts banging against my temples and I just donât know what the hell to do. I feel sick the whole time, Iâm not eating and Iâm not sleeping. Only five days to go! Oh god! Just kill me now. What will I do? How will I get through it? I feel so totally alone, thereâs no one I can talk to and yet half of me wants to shout it from the rooftops. Put it right out there and ⦠and then what? Itâs hopeless. And Anna is just so fucking happy. Itâs not fair.
My legs gave way beneath me and I sank down onto the bed, reeling from the spikiness of the words, the emotion jumping off the page and slapping me hard across the face. What the hell did it mean? My eyes scanned the neatly looped handwriting, trying to make sense of something that could have been written in Swahili for all the sense it was making. My heart thumped against my chest, my hands clammy.
