I've Got Your Number: A Novel [NOOK Book]

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I’ve lost it. :( The only thing in the world I wasn’t supposed to lose. My engagement ring. It’s been in Magnus’s family for three generations. And now the very same day his parents are coming, I’ve lost it. The very same day! Do not hyperventilate, Poppy. Stay positive :) !!
 
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...
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Overview

I’ve lost it. :( The only thing in the world I wasn’t supposed to lose. My engagement ring. It’s been in Magnus’s family for three generations. And now the very same day his parents are coming, I’ve lost it. The very same day! Do not hyperventilate, Poppy. Stay positive :) !!
 
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.


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Losing that third-generation engagement ring was bad enough, but misplacing it on the day your parents are coming to town makes it downright catastrophic. And just when Poppy Wyatt is convinced that things can't get any worse, they do: She loses her phone. Her prospects brighten slightly when she finds a cell-phone discarded in a nearby trashcan, but she soon discovers that its businessman owner refuses to quietly accede to her good fortune. As the day develops, Poppy learns that the best-laid plans of mice and brides-to-be sometimes seem less propitious than mistakes, mishaps, and misfortune. An outlandishly eventful relationship novel by Confessions of a Shopaholic author Sophie Kinsella. Now in trade paperback and NOOK Book.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780679644682
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/14/2012
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 10,972
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Sophie Kinsella
Sophie Kinsella is the author of the bestselling Shopaholic series, as well as the stand-alone novels Can You Keep A Secret?, The Undomestic Goddess, Remember Me?, and Twenties Girl. She lives in England.

Biography

When we first meet Becky Bloomwood in Sophie Kinsella's Confessions of a Shopaholic, she's a financial journalist in London who's quickly realizing that though she may be a writer for Successful Saving magazine, she could use help practicing what she preaches. She's helplessly driving herself into debt buying things she can't afford, at one point rationalizing that buying something 30 percent off is actually saving money. Becky was a hit with readers and spawned a franchise for Kinsella. In subsequent books, readers have followed her through a temptingly whirlwind series of adventures, with her best friend, Suze, and Luke, the love of her life, often along for the ride.

The Shopaholic books are little tours of fabulousness, where objects are introduced not as incidental to the story but as key players. Becky may not attend to certain life details such as bills or space to store all of her purchases, but she knows how to pay proper homage to the details in a dress or a vintage cocktail table. When she packs for a trip, we get the list of what she's bringing. What's more, she rationalizes and justifies purchases before you can say, "Credit or cash?" (The answer for Becky, by the way, is usually credit.)

Those who value integrity or depth in their fictional characters would be well advised to steer clear of Becky; but Shopaholic fans identify with her weaknesses, finding her more sympathetic than sinister. She can be maddening in her lack of discipline or self-reflectiveness, but Kinsella has taken a cue from Jane Austen's Emma by infusing her character with enough optimism, heart, and generous spirit to overcome her faults. Becky always reassuringly lands right-side-up, making these books a fun flight of fancy.

The author has interspersed her popular series with a handful of stand-alone confections featuring protagonists as charming and deliciously funny as the Shopaholic. Fortunately for her many fans, Sophie Kinsella has a seemingly inexhaustible supply of affection for her characters. May it fuel many books to come!

Good To Know

Some outtakes from our interview with Kinsella:

"I am a serial house mover: I have moved house five times in the last eight years! But I'm hoping I might stay put in this latest one for a while."

"I've never written a children's book, but when people meet me for the first time and I say I write books, they invariably reply, 'Children's books?' Maybe it's something about my face. Or maybe they think I'm J. K. Rowling!"

"If my writing comes to a halt, I head to the shops: I find them very inspirational. And if I get into real trouble with my plot, I go out for a pizza with my husband. We order a pitcher of Long Island Iced Tea and start talking -- and basically keep drinking and talking till we've figured the glitch out. Never fails!"

"Favorite leisure pursuits: a nice hot bath, watching The Simpsons, playing table tennis after dinner, shopping, playing the piano, sitting on the floor with my two small boys, and playing building blocks and Legos."

"Least favorite leisure pursuit: tidying away the building blocks and Legos."

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    1. Also Known As:
      Madeleine Wickham (real name)
    2. Hometown:
      London, England
    1. Date of Birth:
      December 12, 1969
    2. Place of Birth:
      London, England
    1. Education:
      B.A. in Politics, Philosophy and Economics, Oxford University, 1990; M.Mus., King's College, London, 1992
    2. Website:

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CHAPTER 1



Perspective. I need to get perspective. It’s not an earthquake or a crazed gunman or a nuclear meltdown, is it? On the scale of disasters, this is not huge. Not huge. One day I expect I’ll look back at this moment and laugh and think, Ha-ha, how silly I was to worry—

Stop, Poppy. Don’t even try. I’m not laughing—in fact, I feel sick. I’m walking blindly around the hotel ballroom, my heart thudding, looking fruitlessly on the patterned blue carpet, behind gilt chairs, under discarded paper napkins, in places where it couldn’t possibly be.

I’ve lost it. The only thing in the world I wasn’t supposed to lose. My engagement ring.

To say this is a special ring is an understatement. It’s been in Magnus’s family for three generations. It’s this stunning emerald with two diamonds, and Magnus had to get it out of a special bank vault before he proposed. I’ve worn it safely every day for three whole months, religiously putting it on a special china tray at night, feeling for it on my finger every thirty seconds?.?.?.?and now, the very day his parents are coming back from the States, I’ve lost it. The very same day.

Professors Antony Tavish and Wanda Brook-Tavish are, at this precise moment, flying back from six months’ sabbatical in Chicago. I can picture them now, eating honey-roasted peanuts and reading academic papers on their his ’n’ hers Kindles. I honestly don’t know which of them is more intimidating.

Him. He’s so sarcastic.

No, her. With all that frizzy hair and always asking you questions about your views on feminism.

OK, they’re both bloody scary. And they’re landing in about an hour, and of course they’ll want to see the ring—

No. Do not hyperventilate, Poppy. Stay positive. I just need to look at this from a different angle. Like?.?.?.?what would Poirot do? Poirot wouldn’t flap around in panic. He’d stay calm and use his little gray cells and recall some tiny, vital detail which would be the clue to everything.

I squeeze my eyes tight. Little gray cells. Come on. Do your best.

Thing is, I’m not sure Poirot had three glasses of pink champagne and a mojito before he solved the Murder on the Orient Express.

“Miss?” A gray-haired cleaning lady is trying to get round me with a Hoover, and I gasp in horror. They’re Hoovering the ballroom already? What if they suck it up?

“Excuse me.” I grab her blue nylon shoulder. “Could you just give me five more minutes to search before you start Hoovering?”

“Still looking for your ring?” She shakes her head doubtfully, then brightens. “I expect you’ll find it safe at home. It’s probably been there all the time!”

“Maybe.” I force myself to nod politely, although I feel like screaming, “I’m not that stupid!”

I spot another cleaner, on the other side of the ballroom, clearing cupcake crumbs and crumpled paper napkins into a black plastic bin bag. She isn’t concentrating at all. Wasn’t she listening to me?

“Excuse me!” My voice shrills out as I sprint across to her. “You are looking out for my ring, aren’t you?”

“No sign of it so far, love.” The woman sweeps another load of detritus off the table into the bin bag without giving it a second glance.

“Careful!” I grab for the napkins and pull them out again, feeling each one carefully for a hard lump, not caring that I’m getting buttercream icing all over my hands.

“Dear, I’m trying to clear up.” The cleaner grabs the napkins out of my hands. “Look at the mess you’re making!”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” I scrabble for the cupcake cases I dropped on the floor. “But you don’t understand. If I don’t find this ring, I’m dead.”

I want to grab the bin bag and do a forensics check of the contents with tweezers. I want to put plastic tape round the whole room and declare it a crime scene. It has to be here, it has to be.

Unless someone’s still got it. That’s the only other possibility that I’m clinging to. One of my friends is still wearing it and somehow hasn’t noticed. Perhaps it’s slipped into a handbag?.?.?.?maybe it’s fallen into a pocket?.?.?.?it’s stuck on the threads of a jumper?.?.?.?The possibilities in my head are getting more and more far-fetched, but I can’t give up on them.

“Have you tried the ladies’ room?” The woman moves to get past me.

Of course I’ve tried the ladies’ room. I checked every single cubicle, on my hands and knees. And then all the basins. Twice. And then I tried to persuade the concierge to close it and have all the sink pipes investigated, but he refused. He said it would be different if I knew it had been lost there for certain, and he was sure the police would agree with him, and could I please step aside from the desk as there were people waiting?

Police. Bah. I thought they’d come roaring round in their squad cars as soon as I called, not just tell me to come down to the police station and file a report. I don’t have time to file a report! I’ve got to find my ring!

I hurry back to the circular table we were sitting at this afternoon and crawl underneath, patting the carpet yet again. How could I have let this happen? How could I have been so stupid?

It was my old school friend Natasha’s idea to get tickets for the Marie Curie Champagne Tea. She couldn’t come to my official hen spa weekend, so this was a kind of substitute. There were eight of us at the table, all merrily swigging champagne and stuffing down cupcakes, and it was right before the raffle started that someone said, “Come on, Poppy, let’s have a go with your ring.”

I can’t even remember who that was. Annalise, maybe? Annalise was at university with me, and now we work together at First Fit Physio, with Ruby, who was also in our physio course. Ruby was at the tea, too, but I’m not sure she tried on the ring. Or did she?

I can’t believe how rubbish I am at this. How can I do a Poirot if I can’t even remember the basics? The truth is, everyone seemed to be trying on the ring: Natasha and Clare and Emily (old school friends up from Taunton), Lucinda (my wedding planner, who’s kind of become a friend) and her assistant, Clemency, and Ruby and Annalise (not only college friends and colleagues but my two best friends. They’re going to be my bridesmaids too).

I’ll admit it: I was basking in all the admiration. I still can’t believe something so grand and beautiful belongs to me. The fact is, I still can’t believe any of it. I’m engaged! Me, Poppy Wyatt. To a tall, handsome university lecturer who’s written a book and even been on the TV. Only six months ago, my love life was a disaster zone. I’d had no significant action for a year and was reluctantly deciding I should give that match.com guy with the bad breath a second chance—and now my wedding’s only ten days away! I wake up every morning and look at Magnus’s smooth, freckled, sleeping back and think, My fiancé, Dr. Magnus Tavish, Fellow of King’s College London,1 and feel a tiny tweak of disbelief. And then I swivel round and look at the ring, gleaming expensively on my nightstand, and feel another tweak of disbelief.

What will Magnus say?

My stomach clenches and I swallow hard. No. Don’t think about that. Come on, little gray cells. Get with it.

I remember that Clare wore the ring for a long time. She really didn’t want to take it off. Then Natasha started tugging at it, saying, “My turn, my turn!” And I remember calling out, “Careful!”

I mean, it’s not like I was irresponsible. I was carefully watching the ring as it was passed round the table.

But then my attention was split, because they started calling out the raffle numbers and the prizes were fantastic. A week in an Italian villa, and a top salon haircut, and a Harvey Nichols voucher?.?.?.?The ballroom was buzzing, with people pulling out tickets and numbers being called from the platform and women jumping up and shouting, “Me!”

And this is the moment where I went wrong. This is the gut-churning, if-only instant. If I could go back in time, that’s the moment I would march up to myself and say severely, “Poppy, priorities.”

But you don’t realize, do you? The moment happens, and you make your crucial mistake, and then it’s gone and the chance to do anything about it is blown away.

So what happened was, Clare won Wimbledon tickets in the raffle. I love Clare to bits, but she’s always been a tad feeble. She didn’t stand up and yell, “Me! Woohoo!” at top volume, she just raised her hand a few inches. Even those of us at her table didn’t realize she’d won.

As it dawned on me that Clare was waving a raffle ticket in the air, the presenter on the platform said, “I think we’ll draw again, if there’s no winner.?.?.?.”

“Shout!” I poked Clare and waved my own hand wildly. “Here! The winner’s over here!”

“And the new number is?.?.?.?4403.”

To my disbelief, some dark-haired girl on the other side of the room started whooping and brandishing a ticket.

“She didn’t win!” I exclaimed indignantly. “You won.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Clare was shrinking back.

“Of course it matters!” I cried out before I could stop myself, and everyone at the table started laughing.

“Go, Poppy!” called out Natasha. “Go, White Knightess! Sort it out!”

“Go, Knightie!”

This is an old joke. Just because there was this one incident at school, where I started a petition to save the hamsters, everyone began to call me the White Knightess. Or Knightie, for short. My so-called catchphrase is apparently “Of course it matters!”2

Anyway. Suffice it to say that within two minutes I was up on the stage with the dark-haired girl, arguing with the presenter about how my friend’s ticket was more valid than hers.

I know now that I never should have left the table. I never should have left the ring, even for a second. I can see how stupid that was. But, in my defense, I didn’t know the fire alarm was going to go off, did I?

It was so surreal. One minute, everyone was sitting down at a jolly champagne tea. The next minute, a siren was blaring through the air and everyone was on their feet, heading for the exits in pandemonium. I could see Annalise, Ruby, and all the others grabbing their bags and making their way to the back. A man in a suit came onto

the stage and started ushering me, the dark-haired girl, and the presenter toward a side door and wouldn’t let us go the other way. “Your safety is our priority,” he kept saying.3

Even then, it’s not as if I was worried. I didn’t think the ring would have gone. I assumed one of my friends had it safe and I’d meet up with everyone outside and get it back.

Outside, of course, it was mayhem. As well as our tea, there was some big business conference happening at the hotel, and all the delegates were spilling out of different doors into the road. Hotel staff were trying to make announcements into loudspeakers, and cars were beeping, and it took me ages just to find Natasha and Emily in the mêlée.

“Have you got my ring?” I demanded at once, trying not to sound accusatory. “Who’s got it?”

Both of them looked blank.

“Dunno.” Natasha shrugged. “Didn’t Annalise have it?”

So then I plunged into the throng to find Annalise, but she didn’t have it; she thought Clare had it. And Clare thought Clemency had it. And Clemency thought Ruby might have had it, but hadn’t she gone already?

The thing about panic is, it creeps up on you. One minute you’re still quite calm, still telling yourself, Don’t be ridiculous. Of course it can’t be lost. The next, the Marie Curie staff are announcing that the event will be curtailed early due to unforeseen circumstances and are handing out goody bags. And all your friends have disappeared to catch the tube. And your finger is still bare. And a voice inside your head is screeching, Oh my God! I knew this would happen! Nobody should ever have entrusted me with an antique ring! Big mistake! Big mistake!

And that’s how you find yourself under a table an hour later, groping around a grotty hotel carpet, praying desperately for a miracle. (Even though your fiancé’s father has written a whole bestselling book on how miracles don’t exist and it’s all superstition and even saying “OMG” is the sign of a weak mind.)4

Suddenly I realize my phone is flashing and grab it with trembling fingers. Three messages have come in, and I scroll through them in hope.

Found it yet? Annalise xx

Sorry, babe, haven’t seen it. Don’t worry, I won’t breathe a word to Magnus. N xxx

Hi Pops! God, how awful, to lose your ring! Actually I thought I saw it?.?.?.?(incoming text)

I stare at my phone, galvanized. Clare thought she saw it? Where?

I crawl out from under the table and wave my phone around, but the rest of the text resolutely refuses to come through. The signal in here is rubbish. How can this call itself a five-star hotel? I’ll have to go outside.

“Hi!” I approach the gray-haired cleaner, raising my voice above the Hoover’s roar. “I’m popping out to check a text. But if you do find the ring, call me—I’ve given you my mobile number. I’ll just be on the street.”

“Right you are, dear,” says the cleaner patiently.

I hurry through the lobby, dodging groups of conference delegates, slowing slightly as I pass the concierge’s desk.

“Any sign of—”

“Nothing handed in yet, madam.”

The air outside is balmy, with a hint of summer, even though it’s only mid-April. I hope the weather will still be like this in ten days time, because my wedding dress is backless and I’m counting on a fine day.





11?His specialism is Cultural Symbolism. I speed-read his book, The Philosophy of Symbolism, after our second date and then tried to pretend I’d read it ages ago, coincidentally, for pleasure. (Which, to be fair, he didn’t believe for a minute.) Anyway, the point is, I read it. And what impressed me most was: There were so many footnotes. I’ve totally got into them. Aren’t they handy? You just bung them in whenever you want and instantly look clever.

Magnus says footnotes are for things which aren’t your main concern but nevertheless hold some interest for you. So. This is my footnote about footnotes.



2?Which, actually, I never say. Just like Humphrey Bogart never said, “Play it again, Sam.” It’s an urban myth.



3?Of course, the hotel wasn’t on fire. The system had short-circuited. I found that out afterward, not that it was any consolation.



4?Did Poirot ever say “oh my God”? I bet he did. Or “sacrebleu!” which comes to the same thing. And does this not disprove Antony’s theory, since Poirot’s gray cells are clearly stronger than anyone else’s? I might point this out to Antony one day. When I’m feeling brave. (Which, if I’ve lost the ring, will be never, obviously.)



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  • Posted March 3, 2012

    I Also Recommend:

    great

    One of my favourite authors. Great book. Did not let me down

    16 out of 18 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 13, 2011

    Love Sophie!!!

    I loved the book Got your number just like I have enjoyed every other book by Sophie Kinsella.

    15 out of 20 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2012

    Favorite Books of Sophie Kinsella!

    I have been a big fan of her shopaholic series. Her other books were fun reads but I didn't feel connected to the characters. I was rooting for Sam and Poppy from the beginning and stayed up throughout the night (and partly throughout the morning) to finish this book! It is truly laugh out loud funny and I found myself sharing the same flutter of my heart every time Sam sent a text message. Great Book!

    Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo ;)

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 29, 2012

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    Book review: I¿ve Got Your Number by Sophie Kinsella

    This was my first Sophie Kinsella read and I was absolutely charmed from the very first page. The character of Poppy Wyatt is one that I feel most women can easily relate to. She's flawed and insecure yet impulsive and mouthy at at once. The author does an amazing job of capturing the realities of what we all think and feel at one time in our lives or another and imbuing Poppy with those emotions!


    The supporting cast are also a pleasant surprise running the gambit from a less that ideal fiance and in-laws, to the assortment of friends...some true...some not so true. And the pace of the novel is perfect... keeping things moving along while peppering in moments of hilarity, reality, uncomfortability, and incredible sweetness. I was laughing non stop and enjoyed every minute.

    The budding romance that develops of all things via text messages between Poppy and Sam was incredibly sweet and somehow believable. I think I fell a little in love with him myself as I felt so much like Poppy while reading this!


    The only downside for me were the footnotes...not that I didn't enjoy reading them, but it was a bit difficult toggling back and forth on an e-reader. With a print copy though I feel they'd only enhance the read.


    This was an amazing delightful read that I stayed up way past my bedtime to finish and when I did I was left with only one question...


    Why in the world did I wait so long to read Sophie Kinsella??

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 16, 2012

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    ALL TIME FAVORITE!

    Sophie Kinsella has done it again. She has created a creative plot with lovable characters and dialogues that will have you laughing nonstop throughout the story! I adored the characters Sophie Kinsella created for us. Our main protagonist, Poppy is the best friend I always wished for. Her personality had me laughing, the situations she gets into got me embarrassed for her, and the ways she gets herself out of these situations had me yelling "GENIUS" and "If only i had the guts to do that!". Poppy reminded me so much of Emma from her novel "Can You Keep A Secret?" and these two protagonists are high on my "potential best friends" list!
    At the beginning of the story, I hoped the whole book wouldn't be spent on Poppy trying to find her engagement ring, because 1. That frustrated the hell out of me, and 2. The ring is ugly and 3. I did not like Magnus, her fiancé at all, first of all, what kind of name is that? and he was too much full of himself for my taste. Thankfully this was just a setup to the meeting of Poppy and Sam. Sam was definitely man material, he was a major figure in a consulting company. They meet because Poppy picks up his ex-PA's phone from the garbage after hers was mugged and the hilarious dialogues begin. You get a glimpse of Sam's life through the emails and text messages being sent to him (oh you know Poppy is too curious to pass up this opportunity of snooping!) and also through their interactions through text messages and phone calls. All I can say is that They.Are.Adorable!!! Yes it is capitalized. Sam wants the phone back, Poppy, through her absurd logic and persuasion skills, somehow keeps it. Their back and forth banter just did it for me. This book was, in my opinion, the best book that Sophie Kinsella has written ever since Can You Keep A Secret?
    We get the whole works in this book, family opposing marriage because they're all brainiacs while Poppy is not. Insecurities of not being good enough, a jealous 'best friend', a whiny wedding planner, a persistent girlfriend (?) that won't stop sending the weirdest and most wacky emails to Sam through the PA's phone, and a work scandal ready to explode in White Global Consulting. In other words, a book full of laughs, crazy characters, and an experience you'll never forget!

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2012

    Confused

    The story had potential but kind of fell flat to me. The characters were not as developed as some of her other books.

    And what was with the notes?!?!?! I thought there was just something wrong with my digital copy until I saw other comments.

    5 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2012

    Fun easy read

    How can a woman get herself in so much trouble?? Very cute, quick, easy, fun read! I love Sophie Kinsella novels...this one does not disappoint!

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2012

    Quick fun read

    Great easy story to take my mind off of life for a few hours

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2012

    Why the notes

    Did everyone else have the notes at the end of each chapter? Very annoying, i almost stopped reading because of it. I'm a huge Kinsella fan but this note thing really put me off the story.

    4 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2012

    Loved it

    Footnotes were hilarious

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 12, 2012

    Big disappointment!

    First, I must say I am a big fan of Kinsella's books. I know it's chick lit and I know the plots are usually the same but I still enjoy her books. They are funny and the characters are relatable. However, that did NOT happen here. Has she lost her touch? There is almost no character development. I did not see the romance at all. The heroine came off as kind of pathetic and what about him? Not much. The ending totally fell flat. If any of you are thinking of buying this hoping it will be as good as "Remember Me" or as funny as "Can you Keep a Secret?" you will be disappointed. I am honestly baffled at reading some reviews that call this book "her all-time best".

    3 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2012

    Oh so delightful!

    I thoroughly enjoyed this read. Fast and easy and completely adorable. Sophie's characters never get old to me and the sam/poppy relationship is so perfect. Love all the technology too. Texting totally plays a role in getting to know somebody.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2012

    Loved!!!

    Wow!! I had trouble putting it down. Must read!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2012

    Very funny

    Lol funny very good book, totally enjoyed

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2012

    Cute, fun read

    I thought that this book was so cute and fun. All of the texts from Sam to Poppy and vice versa were quite enjoyable. I didn't want their conversations to end....if you like a book that allows you to escape for a few hours you'll enjoy this one.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2012

    What a great read!

    I loved this book! I could relate to Poppy and just got caught up in her relationships with the characters. The end was a bit predictable but by that point, I didn't care - you just root for her

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2012

    <3

    Love

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 27, 2013

    A good sk novel....

    Sometimes Im happy to know what im getting into. SKs books are comfortable reads and this ine didnt disappoint.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2013

    Fun book. Easy and entertaining read.  I really liked story line

    Fun book. Easy and entertaining read.  I really liked story line revolving around the text communications.  
    Loved the ending.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2013

    Addicting!!!

    So many twists and turns and is soooo addicting!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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