babyville by Jane Green

Ugh. I was so looking forward to a funny book about mothering babies, but . . . come on, it's not as if there isn't enough material to work with. From the first page, I was annoyed by an omniscient narrator giving us the innermost thoughts of a character so dispassionately; it reminded me of the short stories in women's magazines that I have never been able to read. When she has a pregnant woman craving chocolate ice cream with green olives and prawns, I gave up. Puhleeze. Reject.