Daily Mail
When funny, stalwart Irish girl Rachel Walsh lands herself in hospital having her stomach pumped out, her friends think it is time she returned home from New York to sort herself out.
She thinks her city life was normal - everybody snorts cocaine and levels out with Valium, don't they? - and spends her first weeks at the Cloisters (a fictional Irish answer to the Betty Ford Clinic) in denial.
At this point, you'd be forgiven for giving up on this 625 page novel, but somehow Marian Keyes has a knack for cracking a joke or getting sentimental that makes you carry on reading.
You're with Rachel all the way as she climbs every hurdle, sexual and chemical, towards recovery.
This is an unharrowing story about drug addiction - complete with a blissful Office and Gentleman style ending.