There's been a lot going on over here this past week, both at work and at home. I'm looking forward to when I can read a lot in a sitting. Life I've been pretty distressed by all the gun violence news this week. Not that it has ever not been so distressing, but coming out of the pandemic and pretty much hearing about some shooting or the other almost every day, has just shown that nothing has changed in this world. Adam Toledo and Indianapolis this week. And apparently, there is still no way this can be controlled. Ugh, so frustrated. When I wasn't worrying about the news (or trying not to), I've been busy picking paint colors. The husband and I have been talking about painting our house, or just the upstairs, or just the downstairs, or the basement, or.. for the better part of the past four years. We finally decided to go ahead with it - that is, paint the entire house. It's a massive undertaking, especially considering the painter is going to be here tomorrow
"We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare."
"Scrabble?" He sounds surprised. "Scrabble's great."
"Not when you're playing with a family of geniuses, it's not. They all put words like 'iridiums'. And I put 'pig'."
Poppy Wyatt seems to have everything going in her favor - she is about to marry the ideal man - successful Magnus Tavish whose parents are even more successful university professors. But on the very day Magnus' parents are visiting, Poppy loses her engagement ring, which is also a family heirloom. On top of it, she also lost her phone and while she anxiously tries to ponder missing the one message saying her ring has been found, she finds another phone in the bin. Happy to find a functional discarded phone, she quickly tells everyone to text/call her at this number, only to get a call from someone named Sam Roxton asking for the phone back since it belongs to his company.
Sophie Kinsella has done it again. She made me laugh from the first page without making me roll my eyes or feel ridiculous or cry 'cheesy'. I stopped reading light women fiction years ago, but Kinsella is the only author that I still happily read, knowing she won't disappoint me.
I've Got My Number rolls along standard Kinsella lines - the plot is pretty much predictable, the protagonist has low self-esteem, there is a hot guy who we know she will end up with but she is totally clueless about the guy, the guy is some high flying corporate guy with plenty of influence and moolah, things go wrong and then wronger and then even wronger than possible from the first page, there are plenty of laughs and deja-vu moments, and most significantly, the central character knows how to stand on her feet when it matters.
That pretty much sums up any Sophie Kinsella book, and while I typically hate formulaic plots and predictability, there is just something about these books that make me enjoy them more than feel pulled away. As JoV says in her review, "Kinsella is a keen observer of contemporary popular culture." I thought this was very true, because I find her novels set well in environments that I can relate to, and not something that feels more of a historic before-my-days past.
I enjoyed the addition of technology in this book - it was fun reading all the texting that went on and on between Poppy and Sam. Poppy's overuse of X's and O's made me snort - I have a few friends who speak mostly in X's and O's and that annoys me, ha! True, some of the events that happen were a little too convenient, but I knew what I was getting into, so that was fine with me. I didn't really like where Magnus' character ended up - I thought that could have been done better, and the introduction of a corporate scandal towards the end kind of sprung up on me, but otherwise, I've Got Your Number was a truly delightful read.
I received this ebook for free for review from the publisher via NetGalley.

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But when you turn your brain to "barely awake" it makes a fun read. :-)
Great review Aths x