It's a running joke in our family that my husband always works out plots before I do, whether it be film, tv or a book. I've just finished reading One Day. For some reason I'd confused David Nicholls with David Mitchell. Once I realised which David had written One Day, I gave in to the hype and bought a copy.
I should point out I don't have anything against David Mitchell but I haven't finished Cloud Atlas yet so can't buy another of his titles until I do so.
I love David Nicholls. Admittedly I think he has some strange ideas about what makes men attractive to women (read The Understudy if you don't believe me!) but Starter for Ten was so sweet and funny that I'm now committed to reading his books as soon as they're published . . .well, apart from the One Day fiasco which meant I eventually read it much, much later than everyone else.
Of course, I loved it too and cried. I started to explain the structure to my husband, building up to explaining the high concept but before I could finish explaining the structure, he interrupted me to guess about the overarching concept. He was right. He always is.
Now if we're watching a film, I can understand that I might miss some of the clues to the forthcoming revelations but I was explaining the structure. I hadn't given any clues because, to be honest, I didn't see any as I was reading. Yet, he still got it right. I'm thinking he should start writing books, or plotting films, or just putting on bets on the outcome of events. There must be some way we can use his skill, other than to impress me with his perceptiveness!