Too often, when someone says that they “laughed out loud” while reading a book they really meant there were a couple of moments that provoked a silent chuckle and maybe a wry smile or two. When I read Love Nina by Nina Stibbe I laughed out loud. A lot. I laughed out loud enough times when I was travelling on the London Tube that other passengers were surreptitiously eyeing seats further away from the crazy woman.
Writing funny is a rare skill and when the humour is a