I laughed out loud and properly cringed the entire way through this book. Mostly because I was reading it genuinely wondering if someone has been stalking me around the past few years and writing about ME. Bryony Gordon (the author and also main character.. follow her on twitter here) is an absolute car crash for most of the book and the brutal honesty is ridiculously funny.

I mean, the similarities between the way her 20's panned out and the way mine are proceeding are pretty alarming. From a silverfish-invested damp flat (hello) to the most unbelievably bad taste in men (check) it's like reading my life story. 

Actually though, *serious note*.. if you're single and worrying about finding 'the one' (slash finding anyone at all at this stage) you need to read this book because it makes you feel 100% better about not rushing through life and the last chapter may or may not have made me cry (may).

Here's the blurb from the back of the book:

Bryony Gordon survived her adolescence by dreaming about the life she'd have in her twenties: the perfect job; the lovely flat; the amazing boyfriend. The reality was something of a shock. Her Telegraphcolumn was a diary of her daily screw-ups; she lived in a series of squalid shoe boxes; and her most meaningful relationship of the entire decade was with a Marlboro Light.

Here in THE WRONG KNICKERS Bryony busts open the glamorized myth of what it means to be a young (perpetually) single girl about London town, and shares the horrible and hilarious truth. The truth about picking up a colleague at the STI clinic; sinking into debt to fund a varied diet of wine, crisps and vodka; and how it feels when your dream man turns out to be a one night stand who hands you someone else's knickers in the morning.

Bryony's wonderfully ridiculous and ultimately redemptive story is essential reading for everyone whose 'best years' weren't quite what they were expecting...

And my favourite review:

"Bryony Gordon is a bad, bad girl."