There's a bag of Mallomars in your kitchen. Surely nobody will mind if you eat one cookie? Well, maybe two. Okay, another one won't hurt. And somehow... hey, how'd this bag get empty?
Not that this has ever happened to me.
Sophie Kinsella's latest novel makes me think of tasty cookies that are secretly satisfying even if nobody can claim this is "good for you." It's a light, funny, romance novel, nothing more -- but then WHO THE HECK SAYS YOU HAVE TO HAVE MORE? Enough with the serious stuff, already. I sat up until midnight reading this book, and you probably will too.
Our heroine, Poppy, begins with a crisis: She's lost her engagement ring. In the frantic search for the lost emerald ring, someone swipes Poppy's cell phone, so she *oh no oh no* cannot text anybody or call anyone. She discovers instead that someone threw a cell phone in the trash... and finders keepers, right? This is the setup for a fun romp that I am tempted to call "zany" (but in a nice way), involving the characters of her in-laws-to-be (who are so scary-smart that she is intimidated), her work-friends, and especially the stranger to whom the phone originally belonged. If you live the cell-phone texting lifestyle (or know someone who does) this will be even more entertaining.
Underneath the welcome silliness are characters who are actively *nice people*, too. I won't spoil any of the details for you, just say that Kinsella makes the implausible utterly believable and smile-worthy if not laugh-out-loud funny.
If you're ready for a box of cookies (but with fewer calories) and a welcome escapist story that'll make you smile, grab this one.