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.
