Jump!, the latest novel from Jilly Cooper, is, for at least one fan, another glorious romp full of horses, drunken heroines and villainous men
Booker prize shortlist? Whatevs. This month has been a red-letter one in my diary for way more significant literary reasons. On Thursday, Jump!, Jilly Cooper's latest novel, was published. I have already read 300 pages. Considering this is London fashion week, and as the Guardian's fashion editor I was working all weekend, this tells you something about my devotion to Jilly, who with Jump! "returns to horses with a romp through the world of jump racing".
I don't really give a toss about horses, to be honest, and, apart from my soft spot for Cooper, I read proper novels, not 700-page bonkbusters with cleavage shots on the cover. Nonetheless, she is one of my all-time heroines and something new from her is, to me, an absolute treat.