‘Caroline Reynolds has a fantastic new apartment in San Francisco, a KitchenAid mixer, and no O (and we’re not talking Oprah here, folks). She has a flourishing design career, an office overlooking the bay, a killer zucchini bread recipe, and no O. She has Clive (the best cat ever), great friends, a great rack, and no O.
Adding insult to O-less, since her move, she has an oversexed neighbor with the loudest late-night wallbanging she’s ever heard. Each moan, spank, and–was that a meow?–punctuates the fact that not only is she losing sleep, she still has, yep, you guessed it, no O.
Enter Simon Parker. (No, really, Simon, please enter.) When the wallbanging threatens to literally bounce her out of bed, Caroline, clad in sexual frustration and a pink baby-doll nightie, confronts her heard-but-never-seen neighbor. Their late-night hallway encounter has, well, mixed results. Ahem. With walls this thin, the tension’s gonna be thick…’
I love, love, love this book! Alice Clayton’s style of writing is sharp, on point and exceptionally witty.
I must admit, I’m a huge fan of authors such as Lindsey Kelk, Sophie Kinsella etc, but I found myself actually laughing out loud at Wallbanger to the point where I genuinely worried about my bladder control. Alice Clayton is now one of my absolute favourites!
At the beginning of the book we are introduced to Caroline, an interior designer who has just moved in to her new San Francisco apartment and when armed with her trusty Kitchen Aid, can bake a mean zucchini loaf!
Simon, her noisy, wallbanging neighbour, is a photographer with a harem of women in tow and a bad habit of knocking paintings off of Caroline’s adjoining wall.
Everything comes to a head one night when Caroline is rudely interrupted fantasising about the delectable Mr Clooney and the equally thrilling Jason Bourne. Banging on his door in nothing but a pink nightie, they finally come face to face, with Caroline not quite prepared for how sexy her wallbanger is!
This is the second time I’ve read Wallbanger and I still can’t get enough. Each character adds their own special something to the book, one of my personal favourites being Clive, her cat. He reminds me of my own cat who, quite frankly, also got away with murder.
I’ve tried to make this review spoiler free, hence why it’s fairly short, but anybody who enjoys some quality women’s fiction, a swoon worthy male lead and a literal laugh-out-loud story will LOVE this.