Brace yourself – I’m about to go all flaily about a book that does not, in fact, contain a hot love scene in every chapter.
Yes, you read that right. I do occasionally read PG-13 chick flicks. And YA novels. What can I say I have a soft-spot for feeling like I’m 16 all over again and living vicariously through fictional 16-17 year olds who have a much cooler high school / teenage experience than I did.
Tonight, I talk about:
I’ve Got Your Number
by Sophie Kinsella
Now, I’ve never read any of the Confession of a Shopaholic books – although I absolutely adore the movie. I can seriously relate to having shopaholic tendencies and would love to ban myself from Sephora, Tommy Hillfiger, and Bath and Body Works whenever I go to the mall. But until this book, I wasn’t aware of how wonderful Sophie Kinsella’s actual novels were.
Long story short, I was hanging out a local bookstore a month or so ago, talking to my friend Allison and a certain cute guy with tousled hair that’s been appearing in several of my Instagram photos as of late. Feeling like I should probably buy something after occupying the staff for the better part of an hour – Allison suggested I take home a copy of I’ve Got Your Number.
So I did. Impressionable, shopaholic I’m telling you.
I picked it up that night to read in the bathtub and I’ll admit – on first read (albeit ten pages) – it wasn’t sticking. A few weeks later, Allison asked if I’d finished it and I admitted, I hadn’t touched it in weeks. But as a seasoned reader and book nerd – I know that you have to be in the right mindset sometimes to read a book. If you push yourself, you may not end up liking it.
Which is why last week, on a particularly hot summer day, I curled up with a bottle of sunscreen, a cold drink and a lawn chair and dove into what ended up being all 448 pages of the novel. In one day. It was that good.
Here’s why. Without being spoilery.
For starters, it takes place in London. Which means British people. That is always a win for me that results in me automatically disregarding whatever the characters have been described as and picturing them as Robert Pattinson. Because that’s what normal people do, right?
Poppy is about to marry Magnus, which, so help me god, made me think of condoms every time I read his name. If it was meant to make him sound powerful, I consider that not a job well done. Magnus has super snobby, uptight scholarly parents. Poppy, while lunching with her girlfriends, loses her whopper of a ring (family heirloom, did I mention?) that Magnus has given her, when there is an impromptu fire alarm. In the frenzy, Poppy’s cell phone is also pinched.
Essentially, Poppy is having what would be my idea of the worst day of life. And I don’t even have a massive rock on my hand to cry over – the pinching of my iPhone would be horrible enough.
But imagine Poppy’s luck when she discovers in a trash bin, alongside I ditched conference ID – a cell phone.
I know what you are all thinking. Who throws out a cell phone? Flighty, undedicated assistants do, actually. And Poppy soon discovers that said flighty assistant’s boss, Sam, is not so happy about the fact that the company phone has landed in a waste bin. Have I mentioned Sam is also hot? And British? And a sexy business man? Yes. I liked Sam from the get-go. And he does not sound like a condom.
Anywho – as the story is told, Poppy must give her newly acquired “stolen” phone number to the hotel staff, in case anyone finds her beloved ring before Magnus’s parents fly in for the wedding. With a promise to Sam to take care of his old-flighty assistant’s phone and forward all important emails – the two begin to bond as he softens up to Poppy’s charm and inevitably helps her in her predicament.
What did I love about this book? Other than the fact that the ending left me flailing all over my lawn chair and incorporated a Starbucks location beautifully; I loved that this book was not predictable. It isn’t a love triangle book per se. And I kept getting hit with page turning frenzies when things happened that I did not see coming. Until the very end.
What did I not love? Honestly, the only thing I wasn’t crazy about is the use of footnotes. Poppy’s character is fascinated by footnotes, so she tells the story with the use of footnotes at the bottom of each page. While some were fun and quirky – others didn’t really add to the story and I found my eyes getting a bit tired having to scroll to the bottom to read the footnote and then find my place again.
Other than that – a wickedly funny and entertaining chick lit you must read.
And then tell me ALL about it.
x C x