Grace’s off to work at an Amsterdam nightclub - standing in as a Rihanna impersonator for her sister, Natalie. Natalie has broken her leg and desperately needs the money from the job to pay for her college course. So Grace lies to her fiance, Lucas, and tells him she’s away for a teaching course. But when Grace discovers the venue is a seedy strip joint and she’ll need to get down to a G-string, she’s ready to fold up her Umbrella and scoot off home to South Africa. She’s a sensible cotton knickers and sports bra type of person, for goodness sakes! First up, this book wins a huge wolf whistle from me because it shows that traditional chick lit is alive and shaking its booty. The story takes us into a world few of us will ever see, as Grace deals with her fish-out-of-water situation and befriends a range of quirky characters who perform in the show, from Marilyn Monroe to Madonna. It’s funny and well-plotted although I gotta say I much prefer the South African title for the book – Dutch Courage.
