As I read this book, I could imagine myself crushed up in seat 38C, with my economy overhead light on, engines rumbling in my ears, my eyes scratchy, skin dry, and still 7 hours to go as we pass across Singapore. The Rosie Effect is just the sort of book you want for a long haul flight. It’s humourous, has a plot, some endearing characters and isn’t overly taxing. It would similarly suit a lounge chair in the sun or a short hospital stay. This isn’t damning by faint praise – not every book has its place, but I’m clear that this one does.