Remember Me?by Sophie Kinsella
When twenty-eight-year-old Lexi Smart wakes up in a London hospital, she’s in for a big surprise. Her teeth are perfect. Her body is toned. Her handbag is Vuitton. Having survived a car accident—in a Mercedes no less—Lexi has lost a big chunk of her memory, three years to be exact, and she’s about to find out just how much things/i>
When twenty-eight-year-old Lexi Smart wakes up in a London hospital, she’s in for a big surprise. Her teeth are perfect. Her body is toned. Her handbag is Vuitton. Having survived a car accident—in a Mercedes no less—Lexi has lost a big chunk of her memory, three years to be exact, and she’s about to find out just how much things have changed, Somehow Lexi went from a twenty-five-year-old working girl to a corporate big shot with a sleek new loft, a personal assistant, a carb-free diet, and a set of glamorous new friends. And who is this gorgeous husband—who also happens to be a multimillionaire? With her mind still stuck three years in reverse, Lexi greets this brave new world determined to be the person she…well, seems to be. That is, until an adorably disheveled architect drops the biggest bombshell of all. Suddenly Lexi is scrambling to catch her balance. Her new life, it turns out, comes complete with secrets, schemes, and intrigue. How on earth did all this happen? Will she ever remember? And what will happen when she does?
The Washington Post
Kinsella's engaging tale of a woman who loses her memory of the past three years after an accident and tries to put the pieces together, only to discover that her life inexplicably underwent a Cinderellaesque transformation in those three years, shines on audio. Charlotte Parry's delightful first-person narration makes Lexi such an immensely likable character that listeners will want to spend time with her. Parry voices the other characters precisely: Lexi's snobbish husband, Eric; her vague and fluttery mother, breathless and shallow socialite Rosalie, and an assortment of friends and co-workers. Each characters is vividly brought to life in a distinctive way by Parry's superb narration. This lively, entertaining chick lit audiobook is the perfect choice for beach listening. Simultaneous release with the Dial hardcover (Reviews, Dec. 17). (Mar.)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
In the same tradition of Kinsella's other stand-alone works, Can You Keep a Secret? and The Undomestic Goddess , this light novel will entice readers with 28-year-old Lexi Smart as an empathetic character who wakes up in the hospital with amnesia. She is informed that she arrived at the hospital five days ago, but she can't seem to remember the last three years of her life or, more important, who she has become within these past years. The once affectionately called Snaggletooth is now a glamorous and toned woman with perfect teeth. In what is both awkward and humorous, Lexi meets her gorgeous husband, sees their impressively hi-tech loft, and learns of all her successes as a corporate bigwig who wears a tight chignon and a neutral-colored wardrobe. As Lexi adjusts to this life, she can't shake the feeling that something is missing and that this life is just not as perfect as it seems. Though the scenario is rather far-fetched and there is mild language use, the situations that arise are truly entertaining and humorous. Recommended for all popular fiction collections.-Anne Miskewitch, Chicago P.L.Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
"Remember Me?" is good fun, a page-turner that will keep a reader up all night.”—AP
“Quintessential Kinsella. It's a perfect pick for a spring-break read.”—Fort Worth Star-Telegram
"A delicious page-turner, filled with both hearty chuckles and heartache.... [Kinsella] finds a way to make losing one's memory seem refreshingly funny."—USA Today
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By Sophie Kinsella
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How long have I been awake? Is it morning yet?
I feel so rough. What happened last night? God, my head hurts. Okay, I'm never drinking again, ever.
I feel so woozy I can't even think, let alone . . .
Oww. How long have I been awake?
My head is splitting and kind of foggy. And my mouth is parched. This is the most monster hangover I've ever had. I'm never drinking again, ever.
Is that a voice?
No, I have to sleep . . .
How long have I been awake? Five minutes? Half an hour, maybe? It's kind of hard to tell.
What day is it, anyway?
For a moment I just lie still. My head is pounding with a rhythmic pain, like some sort of massive concrete-breaker. I'm dry-throated and aching all over. My skin feels like sandpaper.
Where was I last night? What's wrong with my brain? It's like a fog has descended over everything. I'm never drinking again. I must have alcohol poisoning or something. I'm trying to remember last night as hard as I can-but all that's coming into my head is stupid stuff. Old memories and images from the past, flashing by in random order, like some kind of iPod shuffle in my brain.
Sunflowers waving against a blue sky . . .
Amy as a newborn baby, looking like a little pinksausage in a blanket . . .
A plate of salty french fries on a wooden pub table; hot sunshine on my neck; my dad sitting opposite in a Panama hat, blowing out cigar smoke and telling me, "Eat up, sweetheart" . . .
The sack race at school. Oh God, not this memory again. I try to block it out, but too late, it's rushing in. . . . I'm seven years old, it's sports day, and I'm winning by miles, but it feels so uncomfortable to be out front that I stop and wait for all my friends. They catch up-then somehow in the melee I trip and wind up coming in last. I can still feel the humiliation, hear the laughter, feel the dust in my throat, the taste of bananas . . .
Hang on. Somehow I force my brain to hold steady for a moment.
Through the fog another memory is glimmering. I'm desperately trying to retrieve it, to reach for it . . .
Yes. Got it. Banana cocktails.
We were drinking cocktails at some club. That's all I can remember. Bloody banana cocktails. What on earth did they put in them?
I can't even open my eyes. They feel heavy and stuck down, like that time I used false eyelashes with dodgy glue from the market, then tottered into the bathroom the next morning to find one eye glued shut with what looked like a dead spider on top of it. Really attractive, Lexi.
Cautiously, I move a hand up to my chest and hear a rustle of sheets. They don't sound like the ones at home. And there's a weird lemony smell in the air, and I'm wearing some soft cottony T-shirt thing I don't recognize. Where am I? What on earth-
Hey. I didn't score, did I?
Oh wow. Was I unfaithful to Loser Dave? Am I wearing some hot guy's oversize T-shirt which I borrowed to sleep in after we had passionate sex all night and that's why I feel so bruised and sore-
No, I've never been unfaithful in my life. I must have stayed overnight with one of the girls or something. Maybe I'll get up, have a shower . . .
With a huge effort I wrench my eyes open and incline my head a few inches.
Shit. What the hell-
I'm lying in a dim room, on a metal bed. There's a panel of buttons to my right, a bunch of flowers on the nightstand. With an inward gulp I see an IV drip in my left hand, attached to a bag of fluid.
This is unreal. I'm in hospital.
What's going on? What happened?
I mentally prod my brain, but it's a big, stupid, empty balloon. I need a strong cup of coffee. I try peering around the room for clues-but my eyes don't want to peer. They don't want information, they want eyedrops and three aspirin. Feebly I flop back onto the pillows, close my eyes, and wait a few moments. Come on. I have to be able to remember what happened. I can't have been that drunk . . . can I?
I'm holding on to my one fragment of memory like it's an island in the ocean. Banana cocktails . . . banana cocktails . . . think hard . . . think . . .
Destiny's Child. Yes! A few more memories are coming back to me now. Slowly, slowly, in patches. Nachos with cheese. Those crummy bar stools with the vinyl all split.
I was out with the girls from work. At that dodgy club with the pink neon ceiling in . . . somewhere. I can remember nursing my cocktail, totally miserable.
Why was I so down? What had happened-
Bonuses. Of course. A familiar cold disappointment clenches my stomach. And Loser Dave never showed up. Double whammy. But none of that explains why I'm in hospital. I screw up my face tight, trying to focus as hard as I can. I remember dancing like a maniac to Kylie and singing "We Are Family" to the karaoke machine, all four of us, arm in arm. I can vaguely remember tottering out to get a cab.
But beyond that . . . nothing. Total blanko.
This is weird. I'll text Fi and ask her what happened. I reach toward the nightstand-then realize there's no phone there. Nor on the chair, or the chest of drawers.
Where's my phone? Where's all my stuff gone?
Oh God. Was I mugged? That has to be it. Some teenager in a hoodie clonked me over the head and I fell down in the street, and they must have called an ambulance and-
An even more horrendous thought grips me. What underwear was I wearing?
I can't help giving a small moan. This could be seriously bad. This could be the scaggy gray knickers and bra I only put on when the hamper is full. Or that faded lemon thong with the fraying edge and cartoon of Snoopy.
It wouldn't have been anything posh. I mean, you wouldn't for Loser Dave-it'd be a waste. Wincing, I swivel my head from side to side-but I can't see any clothes or anything. The doctors must have incinerated them in the special Hospital Incinerator for Scaggy Underwear.
And I still have no idea what I'm doing here. My throat's feeling really scratchy and I could die for a nice cool glass of orange juice. Now that I think of it, where are all the doctors and nurses? What if were dying?
"Hello?" I call out feebly. My voice sounds like someone dragging a grater over a wooden floor. I wait for a response, but there's silence. I'm sure no one can hear me through that thick door.
Then it occurs to me to press a button on the little panel. I select the one that looks like a person, and a few moments later the door opens. It worked! A gray-haired nurse in a dark blue uniform enters and smiles at me.
"Hello, Lexi!" she says. "Feeling all right?"
"Um, okay, thanks. Thirsty. And my head hurts."
"I'll fetch you a painkiller." She brings me a plastic cup full of water and helps me up. "Drink this."
"Thanks," I say after gulping the water. "So . . . I'm guessing I'm in hospital? Or, like, a really high-tech spa?"
The nurse smiles. "Sorry. Hospital. You don't remember how you got here?"
"No." I shake my head. "I'm a bit hazy, to be honest."
"That's because you had quite a bump on the head. Do you remember anything about your accident?"
Accident . . . accident . . . And suddenly, in a rush, it all comes back. Of course. Running for the taxi, the paving stones wet with rain, slipping on my stupid cheap boots . . .
Jeez Louise. I must have really bashed my head.
"Yeah. I think so." I nod. "Kind of. So . . . what's the time?"
"It's eight o'clock at night."
Eight o'clock? Wow. I've been out of it for a whole day?
"I'm Maureen." She takes the cup from me. "You were only transferred to this room a few hours ago. You know, we've already had several conversations."
"Really?" I say, surprised. "What did I say?"
"You were a little slurred, but you kept asking if something was 'baggy.' " She frowns, looking perplexed. "Or 'scaggy'?"
Great. Not only do I wear scaggy underwear, I talk about it to strangers.
"Scaggy?" I try to appear baffled. "I've no idea what I meant."
"Well, you seem fully coherent now." Maureen plumps up my pillow. "Is there anything else I can get you?"
"I'd love some orange juice, if there is any. And I can't see my phone anywhere, or my bag."
"All your valuables will have been put somewhere safe. I'll just check." She heads out and I look around the silent room, still dazed. I feel like I've put together only a tiny corner of the jigsaw puzzle. I still don't know which hospital I'm in . . . how I got here . . . Has anyone told my family? And there's something else nagging at me like an undertow . . .
I had been anxious to get home. Yes. That's right. I kept saying I needed to get home, because I had an early start the next day. Because-
Oh no. Oh fuck.
My dad's funeral. It was the next day, eleven o'clock. Which means . . .
Did I miss it? Instinctively I try to get out of bed-but even sitting up makes my head lurch. At last, reluctantly, I lie back down. If I've missed it, I've missed it. Nothing I can do about it now.
It's not like I really knew my dad well. He was never around that much; in fact, he felt more like an uncle. The kind of jokey, roguish uncle who brings you sweets at Christmas and smells of drink and cigarettes.
Nor was it a massive shock him dying. He was having some big heart bypass operation, and everyone knew there was a 50-50 risk. But still, I should have been there today, along with Mum and Amy. I mean, Amy's only twelve-and a timid little twelve at that. I suddenly have a vision of her sitting in the crematorium next to Mum, all grave under her Shetland pony fringe, clutching her raggedy old Blue Lion. She's not ready to see her dad's coffin, not without her big sister to hold her hand.
As I lie there, imagining her trying to look brave and grown up, I suddenly feel a tear rolling down my face. It's the day of my dad's funeral, and here I am in hospital with a headache and probably a broken leg or something.
And my boyfriend stood me up last night. And no one's come to visit me, I suddenly realize. Where's all my anxious friends and family, sitting around the bed and holding my hand?
Well, I suppose Mum's been at the funeral with Amy. And Loser Dave can sod off. But Fi and the others-where are they? When I think how we all went to visit Debs when she had her ingrown toenail removed. We all practically camped on the floor, and brought her Starbucks and magazines, and treated her to a pedicure when it was healed. Just for a toenail.
Whereas I've been unconscious, with an IV drip and everything. But obviously no one cares.
Great. Just bloody . . . brilliant.
Another fat tear trickles down my face, just as the door opens and Maureen comes in again. She's holding a tray, and a plastic bag with Lexi Smart written on it in thick marker.
"Oh dear!" she says as she sees me wiping my eyes. "Is the pain very bad?" She hands me a tablet and a little cup of water. "This should help."
"Thanks very much." I gulp down the pill. "But it's not that. It's my life." I spread my arms hopelessly.
"It's total rubbish, from start to finish."
"Of course it's not," Maureen says reassuringly. "Things might look bad-"
"Believe me, they are bad."
"My so-called career is going nowhere, and my boy friend stood me up last night, and I haven't got any money. And my sink keeps leaking rancid brown water into the flat below," I add, remembering with a shudder. "I'll probably get sued by my neighbors. And my dad just died."
There's silence. Maureen looks flummoxed.
"Well, that does all sound rather . . . tricky," she says at last. "But I expect things will soon turn around for the better."
"That's what my friend Fi said!" I suddenly have a memory of Fi's eyes shining in the rain. "And look, I end up in hospital!" I make a despairing gesture at myself. "How is this turning around for the better?"
"I'm . . . not sure, dear." Maureen's eyes are darting helplessly from side to side.
"Every time I think everything's crap . . . it just gets even crapper!" I blow my nose and heave a massive sigh. "Wouldn't it be great if just once, just one time, life fell magically into place?"
"Well, we can all hope, can't we?" Maureen gives me a sympathetic smile and holds out her hand for the cup.
I pass it back-and as I do so, I suddenly notice my nails. Bloody hell. What on earth-
My nails have always been bitten-down stumps that I try to hide. But these look amazing. All neat and varnished pale pink . . . and long. I blink at them in astonishment, trying to work out what's happened. Did we go for a late-night manicure last night or something and I've forgotten? Did I get acrylics? They must have some brilliant new technique, because I can't see the join or anything.
"Your handbag's in here, by the way," Maureen adds, putting the plastic bag on my bed. "I'll just go and get you that juice."
"Thanks." I look at the plastic bag in surprise. "And thanks for the bag. I thought it had been nicked."
That's something good, anyway, to have got my bag back. With any luck my phone will still be charged up and I can send a few texts. . . . As Maureen opens the door to leave, I reach into the carrier-and pull out a smart Louis Vuitton tote with calfskin handles, all glossy and expensive-looking.
Oh, great. I sigh in disappointment. This isn't my bag. They've got me mixed up with someone else. Like I, Lexi Smart, would possess a Louis Vuitton bag.
"Excuse me, this bag isn't mine," I call out, but the door has already closed.
I gaze at the Louis Vuitton wistfully for a while, wondering who it belongs to. Some rich girl down the corridor, must be. At last I drop it onto the floor, flop back on my pillows, and close my eyes.
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Meet the Author
Sophie Kinsella is the author of the bestselling Shopaholic series, as well as the novels Can You Keep A Secret?, The Undomestic Goddess, Remember Me?, Twenties Girl, I’ve Got Your Number, and Wedding Night. She lives in England.
- London, England
- Date of Birth:
- December 12, 1969
- Place of Birth:
- London, England
- B.A. in Politics, Philosophy and Economics, Oxford University, 1990; M.Mus., King's College, London, 1992
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Lexi, our heroine, wakes up with amnesia and minor bruises after a car-crash. She doesn't remember anything from the past three years, where her life for some reason has taken a turn from the standard-dreary-bleary London-life to life in the fast lane with designer clothes, yummy hubby, gorgeous apartment, killer good-looks and a killer-job. But the problem is - Lexi doesn't remember how she got this way, and when she finds out, that her old friends despise her she is even more curious to find out what the heck happened to her, and why she left her old life behind her. A definite page turner that I couldn't put down and when I would have to, I couldn't wait to pick it back up again to see how things were playing out, whom she was starting to trust, had she learned the truth about her past, could she see through the haze, fix the past wrongs, could she put her life back together and be where she really belonged?? Great light read.
Like all of Kinsella's book, I found myself laughing A LOT! This book was funny and dynamic. She is a great story teller. I would definitely read this book again. The struggle of the main character to find herself after an accident and win back her friends is hysterical. I must admit I was pleasantly surprised by this reading. It was good to see Kinsella write such an engaging book outside of the Shopaholic series. While I love those books as well, I was ready for something different than Kinsella and this hit the spot! If you've never read one of her books, this is a great place to start!
Having been in a bad car accident Lexi Smart wakes up in a hospital bed wondering where she is. The doctor notifies her that she has lost three years of her memory. Many things have changed since the last time she can remember. Her teeth are perfect and body is toned. Lexi Smart is married to a multimillionaire, is boss of her department, and lives in a huge penthouse. She finds out that she is a totally different person inside and out then she remembers being. Her life is perfect right? What more could she want?
Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella is a wonderful book and always kept my interest while I was reading it. I never was bored reading it and I never wanted to put the book down. Because it was such a good book it was a pretty easy read and I got through it quickly. I would recommend this book to young women and teen girls because it may touch base with them and I feel they would enjoy reading it. A couple things I loved about this book was the authors point of view because the main character (Lexi) was very funny. I also loved how they would jump back and forth through different problems but would never really resolve anything until the last couple chapters. This made me want to keep reading the book. I would strongly recommend reading Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella. It's got everything a book need's to make it worthwhile to read.
Awesome read. Well worth your time.
I am a voracious reader who enjoys chicklit novels and Sophie kinsella is a fantastic writer. This is one of the best books I have read.
Twenty-eight years old Lexi Smart thinks it is still 2004 and that she disgracefully just missed her father¿s funeral. However, the working girl struggles with why she is in a London hospital (from a car accident) and worse she learns that it is 2007. Adding to her confusion of where the last three years went is her physical appearance she looks great and somehow has become a successful shark businesswoman.----------- Lexi decides to investigate herself in order to learn what happened that changed her from mouse to lioness. She also tries to kindle warmth between her and her aloof spouse Eric while his associate Jon passionately insists she was dumping her husband for him before she bumped her head in the car accident.---------------- Although the theme has been used numerous times, Lexi refreshes Sophie Kinsella¿s fun tale with her quest to learn what happened to change her as radically as she has forgotten the last three years. Her inquiries into herself enable the audience to better understand who she is, how she got to where she is, and her relationship with Eric and Jon. Ms. Kinsella provides a smart contemporary tale.------------------ Harriet Klausner
I don't usually take the time to write reviews, but with this book, I felt that I simply must. I love, love, loved this book! It captured me from the start with Kinsella's quick wit and special brand of humor. The story not only kept me entertained, but I found myself so thoroughly enraptured by the story line that as I read of Lexi's journey to find her memory, I forgot about my own personal problems. Isn't that what we all seek each time we open a new book- to be transported away from our the reality of everyday life, and to become engrossed in a great story. The book is not only humorous, but utterly romantic. Sophie Kinsella is one of my favorite authors, and of her books, this is definitely my favorite. A must read if you are a fan of romantic comedy.
The beginning reminded me of The Vow, and it started kind of slow for me. It really got good when Jon was introduced. I wish there was more interaction between Lexi and Jon because I absolutely loved their relationship. The ending was a LITTLE disappointing because it left a couple questions unanswered, but overall, I really liked this book. It was fun to follow Lexi in this journey to discover what happened and who she is. And of course, Sophie Kinsella's writing style makes any book great. I love her!
I was looking for a light hearted, up beat, book to read, like the other Sophie Kineslla books I've read, however, that is not what I got with this book. It was interesting, but it seemed to drag in parts and was not a "fun" read. Not terrible, just not great.
This book is a little like the vow. It was fun,sad,happy all in one. I enjoyed reading this! Its always good to just be yourself!
If you are a fan of Sophie's work you probably won't be disappointed. This book has a plot that keeps you turning the pages, but is light enough to put down and come back to it later without DYING to know what happens next. I really enjoyed the characters and the book is definitely not lacking in humor. Glad I picked it up. It was a great way to spend my rainy afternoon!
You NEED to read this book. Lexi Smart wakes up one day & she doesn't remember the past three years of her life. She finds out that now she has an incredibly hot husband, lives in a beautiful apartment & has an excellent life. Everything she now knows changes when a man declares to be her lover. -Thrilling, amazing & funny until the end! (;
Fun, breezy quick read! ENJOYED! Kick back, put your feet up, sit outside and relax!
I was impressed with this read. It was the first book I read by S. Kinsella and I really enjoyed it. I was not what I thought it was going to be at all!
I loved this book. It has to be one of the best books by Sophie. The love, drama and plot had me up all night reading. I couldn't put it down. I give this book 5 stars- no contest!
This was a great story. It is an entertaining read; funny, original, and interesting. I did not want to put this one down. I would definitely recommend this book to any girl who loves unique writing styles and a plot that will make them laugh.
I have enjoyed all of Ms. Kinsella's books, particularly her Shopaholic series. I was lucky enough to be able to read an advanced reader copy of Remember Me?, and it is, in my opinion, her best book to date! The book is funny, engaging and entertaining I flew through it in two days and I was sorry to see it end! If you are a fan of Ms. Kinsella¿s, you will not be disappointed. If you¿ve never read anything by her, start with this, you¿ll love it!
Kinsella is a great writer. I hate reviews that have too many spoilers. Suffice it to say that this heroine has amnesia for most of the book. Lexi is a wonderful heroine with that quirkiness you expect in Kinsella heroines and also great business sense! Highly recommended!1
I love this book! From beginning to end! Its fun, romantic and just the kind of book that make you connect with the characters! The connection between Lexi and Jhon!!! Hope they make a movie from it!
It was easy to sympathize with her.