We moved to the UK in August 2007 and our family took many holiday trips. Some were even psuedo-camping (hiring a stationary caravan at a campsite) and therefore I can truly picture everything this book is about.
This was an hilarious but painful look at a decade of holidays gone hellish for Emma Kennedy and her parents. Their desires for a happy holiday took them to Wales, other parts of England, and to France.
Somehow the holiday faeries never seemed to find them and protect them.
Reading this you keep waiting for just one glorious moment of sunshine, or luck, or even a pain-free moment at least. And, always, just as there is the faintest hint that things are beginning to go right...out falls the bottom! Poor Emma, Brenda and Tony. The story chronicles their travels from when Emma was age three until she turns thirteen.
Since adulthood Emma has refused, hands down, to go on holiday with her parents. It really isn't any wonder.