I’ve never been more excited by a package sent to the Three’s A Crowd offices than the one I got sent a week ago. Was it a pair of Louboutins? Was it George Clooney in a box? No. It was in fact Marian Keyes’ new book.

The office thought I’d gone bonkers skipping around over a book and the boys in the office didn’t get it. I immediately sent a text to my dearest friend who assured me she was also skipping in delight for me and for the fact that she would be next in line to read it (before giving it back so I can read it again obviously).

So Marian’s new book, This Charming Man, similarly to her other books looks shiny and fluffy with a pretty cover that would fool you into believing that this is a standard ‘Chick Lit’ book but alas if you know Marian Keyes you know that won’t be the case and if you don’t know her then let me explain.

I remember when I was at university once telling an English Literature student just how great Marian Keyes was. She looked at me with air of distain and informed me she despised chick lit. I knew she hadn’t never read a Keyes novel by that statement and fished out my copy of Last Chance Saloon (the first one I ever read but not the first she wrote.) A few days later I caught her buying two other Keyes’ titles - Watermelon and Lucy Sullivan’s Getting Married - in the university book shop.

Marian Keyes’ stories are so perfectly readable and accessible that it seems as though it must be some light hearted read and then you realise you’re reading about something a lot deeper than you would expect such as addiction, depression and even death all expertly intertwined with the lesser worries that plague every girl’s life such as bad hair and boyfriends doing dumb things.

Take Rachel’s Holiday for example. The bright red cover and jolly title suggest a rabbits skipping kind of book where a girl named Rachel goes to a beach somewhere nice, perhaps has a few man issues along the way, a knight in shining speedos saves the day when she is stung by a jellyfish and they all live happily ever after with said jellyfish sitting in a jar atop the mantelpiece while the grandchildren sing Christmas carols.