I loved the earlier Vicky Bliss novels a lot. This one I liked, although mostly because I was happy to see all the characters again. Like a slightly dull weekend with some very dear friends. There was one chapter that had me laughing out loud, but for most of the way this just didn't sparkle for me the way the earlier ones did. Another reader said all the elements are there but somehow they don't quite work, and I have to agree. Its good, but at its best the Bliss series had the effervescence and brightness of classic romantic comedies. This one doesn't. Quite.
Still worth reading though, especially if you're fond of Schmidt and Vicky and John.