I’m not normally a fan of comedy. Mainly because I don’t find it funny. My husband finds it entertaining how unfunny I find comedy, almost as if I’m immune to it, while he’s laughing his head off. It’s not that I’m a miserable person, quite the opposite, in fact. I just don’t happen to find much comedy funny, except for Jimmy Carr, I do like him. I probably shouldn’t, but I do. Whatever the reason for me not finding comedy very funny, I’m pleased to announce this book temporarily cured me of it, as this story really did tickle me.
Missing Gretyl is a well written, fun British comedy that had me giggling away to myself at times. I couldn’t help picturing Gretyl as a warped version of Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced bouquet, of course) from Keeping Up Appearances, being dropped into an episode of Only Fools and Horses.
This is truly funny escapism, with laugh out loud moments. I’m still giggling about dodgy wigs, and will probably think about this book every time I see one in the future. However, there is another more serious side to this story, one of friendship and grief, which at times was emotional.
Gretyl is a somewhat unpleasant character, but she’s one of those quirky characters you love to hate, and possibly eventually hate yourself for loving. I’m still a little undecided what I think of Gretyl, but I thank her for entertaining me with her larger than life character.
I really liked Albert and Sajan, especially as they became friends. I also loved the name Arti Chokes, and must have smiled at that name every time I read it. I don’t believe I’ve ever eaten an artichoke. Not really sure how to cook it, to be honest.
Missing Gretyl is a thoroughly enjoyable read, and I look forward to reading more by this author. I hope there will be more of Gretyl in the future …Not too much, mind you, as I’m still trying to get the image of “bosoms that had fallen out with each other and parted company years ago” out of my mind.