Archive | January, 2012

Review: I’ve Got Your Number by Sophie Kinsella

31 Jan

Title: I’ve Got Your Number
Author: Sophie Kinsella
Category: chick-lit
Publisher: The Dial Press, February 14, 2012
Pages: 448
Source: ARC via netGalley, read on my Kindle
Star rating: 5 out of 5

When it comes to books, I have terribly happy memories of the early-2000s. I discovered chick-lit, probably on one of those lovely three-for-two tables Borders used to have near the front door. I read them all: Jane Green, Jennifer Weiner, Marian Keyes, Helen Fielding, and others I’ve forgotten. I loved the formula: single career girl in a big city (the best ones were always in London) looking for love. They were comfortable and predictable, and I gobbled them up.

Those authors have changed and shifted their styles over the years, to topics a little more serious. They’re a bit heavier in their tone, with the drudgery of life in the suburbs (authors: there are happy people in the ‘burbs!), with two kids and a minivan and a husband who may or may not be unfaithful. I miss the old stuff. I miss the carefree and sweet stories, even if they all followed the same pattern.

And that’s why I still adore Sophie Kinsella (a.k.a. Madeleine Wickham). She can still write the single-girl-in-London story so well. Her characters are always lovable, and quirky, and a bit disheveled, and you can’t help but root for them.

In her latest, Poppy is engaged to Magnus, a genius from a genius family. At a bridal shower, Poppy loses her engagement ring, an expensive emerald, a family heirloom. Someone pulls the hotel fire alarm and the scene is chaotic. The ring is lost, and Poppy is distraught, and to make matters worse, her phone is stolen right out of her hand on the street. In the hotel’s lobby, she finds a discarded phone in a trash can and uses it to put out the alert about her lost ring and stolen phone.

But it can’t end there. No, Poppy has found a phone belonging to an important company, and an important man, Sam Roxton, wants it back. The ensuing events are mad-cap and a bit zany (in a good way) and Poppy’s life unravels just before an unlikely someone starts to put it back together again.

Only Sophie Kinsella can write a story like this. She takes the most unlikely people and events and makes them seem utterly believable. Her writing skill is impressive, to boot. I hope she never abandons this format completely. Sometimes you just want to read something fun.

As an aside, I’ve been obsessed with greatly enjoying Downton Abbey so much lately. And even though Sam Roxton as described in the book looks nothing at all like Dan Stevens, that’s who I pictured through the whole book. A visual:


I guess I could’ve gotten stuck on the guy who plays Carson. ;)

Review: Midnight in Austenland by Shannon Hale

30 Jan

Title: Midnight in Austenland
Author: Shannon Hale
Category: chick-lit
Publisher: Bloomsbury, January 31, 2012
Pages: 288
Source: ARC via netGalley, read on my Kindle
Star rating: 1 out of 5

Charlotte is a recently-divorced mother of two. She’s feeling left behind and lost and needs a vacation and a bit of her old zing back. She finds Austenland through her travel agent and books a trip to England to role-play for two weeks and re-set her heart and mind.

I adored Austenland, the first book in this series (review here). I was overjoyed by it and gobbled it up in a day. I still think of it fondly and was thrilled to learn it was the first in a series.

But something’s wrong with this one. There’s no life. There’s no excitement. There’s no thrilling aspect that kept me turning the pages. I read Austenland in a day, rooted to my couch, laughing and crying. Midnight in Austenland has none of that thrill for me.

And the writing. Oh, my word, the writing has some truly dismal moments. Here are two I highlighted on my Kindle:

Charlotte met eyes with the sofa. That is, if the sofa had eyes, she would have met eyes with it.

And…

An impatient sort of patient face, like an impatient face dressing up as a patient one for Halloween.

What? That’s just dreadful. Those are the two I highlighted, but there are more.

I usually try to go into the whys and hows of my feelings toward books, but this one was just so bad, such a disappointment, that I can’t write any more. I could barely finish the book, and I can barely finish the review, either.

Review: Lola and the Boy Next Door by Stephanie Perkins

10 Jan


I held off on reading this for ages. I loved Anna and the French Kiss so much that I wanted to hold on to this one and make the sweetness and satisfaction last longer. I tend to do that. I’ll hold on to a gift card for ages, or I’ll keep my favorite chocolate hidden away. I don’t jump in feet first, but I’ll wait for just the right moment when I really need that wonderful thing I’ve been saving for the proverbial rainy day.

So it isn’t the happiest feeling in the world when the thing I’ve been waiting so long for falls flat.

Don’t get me wrong. Stephanie Perkins is a very good writer. And Lola and the Boy Next Door is a good book.

I just really, really, intensely dislike Lola herself.

She’s immature, selfish, unlikeable. And then there’s the boy next door himself, the completely loveable and adorable (if a bit frustrating in the “come on, man up!” sense) Cricket Bell himself. I felt, even to the very end, that Lola didn’t at all deserve Cricket.

Perkins has a knack for writing swoon-worthy male characters. Etienne St. Clair? Humina. He’s right up there with Poe from Diana Peterfreund’s secret society novels. Cricket Bell has joined them, making a triumvirate of don’t-you-wish-they-were-real boys. But her girls? Her girls aren’t so great. I wonder why that is.

Read on my Kindle

Who Dat.

7 Jan

I’m so nervous, I’m about to die.

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