Review: Playing Away by Adele Parks
Many years ago, well before she was the author of multiple bestselling domestic thrillers with titles that just ooze with scandal like I Invited Her In or One Last Secret, Adele Parks was better known for writing saucy and ever-so-slightly dark chick-lit, with heroines that weren't always easy to like, difficult situations and, inexplicably, front covers that only ever featured pictures of somebody's legs. Playing Away was her debut and released at about the time that Bridget Jones's Diary was peaking. It was an era when contemporary novels pitched at a predominantly female readership were undergoing a reinvention. Authors like Sophie Kinsella were providing modern, funny stories. Marian Keyes was writing romances with a big fat slice of real life. And Adele Parks, well, she was becoming the author of her generation who was willing to tackle some taboo subjects in novels pitched squarely at a mass market audience. Playing Away tells the story of Connie. Sexually adventu