I think I just read this one at the wrong time. I have recently bought a house myself and I just couldn't deal with more stories about estate agents at a time when I feel they are all a bit underhand. I also knew Adele Geras from some of her children's fiction and I wasn't quite prepared for her adult style so again, it wasn't quite my thing. I don't think this was a case of a bad book, but rather that it was the wrong book for me at this moment in time. I admire Adele Geras a writer and wish her well with all future publications.

When I first sat down with a real estate broker to interview for a sales associate position, he asked me what attracted me to the field of real estate. I admitted, almost sheepishly, that I’d developed a several-hours-a-week addiction to HGTV, and becoming a real estate agent seemed easier than becoming a home improvement contractor. (I sometimes have trouble finding the right side of a hammer.) I thought he’d make fun of me, but instead he nodded, stroked his chin and told me my addiction was a sign that I’d make a good agent.