Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella
The heroine needs to shop for a brain.
The heroine needs to shop for a brain.
Not a YAAAAS, more like MEEEEEHHH,
Hmm, not much chemistry between us here.
Which is worse – the heroine or the hero’s mother? Maybe it’s better to just read something else.
This is totally a winner for being funny and too-real.
The hero throws money around like nobody’s business, so naturally the heroine isn’t amused.
I guess I just don’t get contrived Southern humor.
Oh, a man wrote a romantic story! I want to have his baby now!
What may work in the historical genre translates awkwardly to the contemporary setting.
It’s a pretty fun read, if one overlooks the juvenile state of maturity in both the hero and heroine.