From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Party Crasher and Love Your Life comes “a rollicking page-turner . . . It’s funny. It’s clever. It twists and turns. . . . Sophie Kinsella has yet another winner.” (Fort Worth Star-Telegram)
“Sophie Kinsella keeps her finger on the cultural pulse, while leaving me giddy with laughter.”—Jojo Moyes, author of The Giver of Stars and The Last Letter from Your Lover
Poppy Wyatt has never felt luckier. She is about to marry her ideal man, Magnus Tavish, but in one afternoon her “happily ever after” begins to fall apart. Not only has she lost her engagement ring in a hotel fire drill, but in the panic that follows, her phone is stolen. As she paces shakily around the lobby, she spots an abandoned phone in a trash can. Finders keepers! Now she can leave a number for the hotel to contact her when they find her ring. Perfect!
Well, perfect except that the phone’s owner, businessman Sam Roxton, doesn’t agree. He wants his phone back and doesn’t appreciate Poppy reading his messages and wading into his personal life.
What ensues is a hilarious and unpredictable turn of events as Poppy and Sam increasingly upend each other’s lives through emails and text messages. As Poppy juggles wedding preparations, mysterious phone calls, and hiding her left hand from Magnus and his parents, she soon realizes that she is in for the biggest surprise of her life.
“Fresh, fast-paced, and fiercely funny . . . Kinsella pens her most lovably neurotic protagonist yet. . . . A laugh-out-loud comic caper.”—Publishers Weekly
“Poppy is easily as charming and daffy as shopaholic Rebecca Bloomwood.”—Kirkus Reviews
“A screwball romance for the digital age.”—The Star-Ledger
In her newest (after The Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic), Kinsella pens her most lovably neurotic protagonist yet, throws her into a thoroughly modern romantic love triangle, and creates a laugh-out-loud comic caper. Physical therapist Poppy Wyatt is engaged to Magnus Tavish, a pseudo-celebrity academic and author of a book on cultural symbolism. A week before they're to be married, Poppy loses her emerald engagement ring a Tavish family heirloom. In a hard-to-believe twist of fate, she ends up finding a stranger's cell phone in a garbage bin, which belonged to the former personal assistant of a handsome executive, who agrees to let her hold onto the mobile (whose number she's already given to everyone who might have information on the ring) until she gets her jewelry back, as long as she forwards any and all important messages his way. As Poppy continues her frantic quest to plan her wedding and impress her fianc and his equally erudite parents, her life begins to intertwine with the mysterious exec in a way she never thought possible. Fresh, fast-paced, and fiercely funny, Kinsella proves once again that in chick-lit, it's less about the predictably feel-good d nouement, and more about the rollicking good ride it takes to get there.
Another awesome read!!!
This book was GREAT!! Sophie Kinsella combined so many elements in this novel - tech, action, touch of suspense, twists, and of course a romance that builds and makes you root for the characters. I felt I saw some hints at traits from some other male characters from her other books all combined to make this new lead Sam Roxton. Poppy had some strong yet spunky traits as well. I definitely would recommend this novel - loved it! Keep writing Sophie!!
Sophie is brilliant
I have read everything written by this author. She's fantastic. It's almost to call it "chick-lit" as I think it had wide appeal. But if loving "chick-lit" is wrong I don't wanna be right!
Favorite Sophie Kinsella novel yet
Yes, the plot is a bit implausible and difficult to believe, but that's ok, because the payoff is huge. It's truly a fun and thoroughly enjoyable read, especially for those of us obsessed with our smartphones. I laughed out loud so many times and I was a little sad to say goodbye to the characters at the end. Wish it could be adapted to film, although the texting/emailing parts would probably not work. Oh, well...