Okay, so, me giving a Mhairi McFarlane book ALL THE STARS is getting boring and commonplace, I know. But I wouldn't even want to buck the trend if I could. These books are such a high point, things to look forward to with indecent impatience, the Christmas dinner of my reading year.

What was unexpected was 'It's Not Me, It's You' taking over as my favourite Mhairi read (putting it up there in my Top Reads Ever). I always love a Mhairi heroine and wish she was my best friend but Delia was just too perfect. I want her to cook for me, I want her wardrobe, I want to drink wine and discuss storyboards with her. I think that not a small amount of Mhairi's success is down to just that - writing amazing women that other women want to be friends with (writing amazing men too... Adam [and even Paul, to an extent] being particularly enthralling here).

And of course Mhairi's just hilarious. Reading this book I laughed so hard I almost dropped my Kindle in the bath (therefore reading this book in the bath not recommended). I laughed so hard reading whilst lunching at my desk that I misted a colleague with a light spray of semi-chewed jacket potato (and she laughed too when I showed her the offending passage, so that's all okay). As a recovering Londoner myself I love the sharpness with which she catches the Big Smoke, but as with her other books, Mhairi makes me want to see more of GB, in this case Newcastle which sounds delightful.

Anything more I say will no doubt just be echoed in the hundreds and hundreds of 5 star reviews that will avalanche when this gem is released. I already want to read it again.