I’ve Got Your Number by Sophie Kinsella
Sophie Kinsella has taken over the chick-lit market with her brand of books. Although I am not a fan of the flaky heroine (her speciality), I like it when it’s done by Kinsella. Her heroines may not be the brightest bulbs, but they are full of heart, vitality, and some amount of street smarts.
This book also follows the same formula. Poppy is a physiotherapist engaged to a brainiac man who she thinks is too good for her. In fact, she can’t believe her luck when he proposes to her with an antique family heirloom ring. Unfortunately, she goes and loses it during a party with friends. To add insult to injury, she loses her cell-phone as well. At this point, you and me would perhaps have had a drink or two, geared ourselves up to confess and then be done with it.
Poppy, instead filches a phone out of a bin (a bin, blech!!!), and uses it as a back-up so that the hotel staff can contact her if they find her ring. She refuses to give the phone back to the owner Sam Roxton, and instead they come to an agreement, where she will forward him all messages and phone calls until she finds her ring.
What happens when you forward someone’s messages? Well you can’t help but read them right? So as Poppy is keeping up with forwarding Sam’s emails she can’t help but be curious about all the back story behind them and she ends up reading everything in the phone.
She begins to get to know Sam through the email and test messages. Poppy’s and Sam’s communication styles are so different, and she can’t stand his two-word messages, so she starts replying for him in her usual kisses and hearts style, only to create a mass of confusion.
Sam gets pissed off and reads her communications. He says she is too indirect and people pleasing, and she should learn to be more assertive.
In the end, both learn from each other. Poppy becomes less of a doormat and Sam becomes a bit more people-pleasing.
But in the meanwhile, there is a wedding to be cancelled, and a company scandal that must be dealt with before Sam and Poppy (don’t their names sound perfect with each other?) get together and ride off into the sunset.
I loved, loved, loved this book. This is not my favorite Kinsella, but still pretty good and oodles better than her last book I read – Twenties Girl, which I found annoying in the extreme.
I loved the slow romance between Sam and Poppy. They first get to know each other as friends, and it is only in the last half of the book that we see the romance bloom between them. I liked how comfortable she felt with him. After reading so many books, where the girl is floored by the guy’s looks and heroism (Twilight, I am looking at you), it was refreshing to read a natural flowing romance where both are likable, with believable strengths and weaknesses. The chemistry between them also crackles in a very believable way.
Did I mention this book is funny? There’s a scene in a jewelry shop that is hilarious, and this book is worth reading just for that section alone!
Definitely a must-read for Sophie Kinsella and chick-lit fans.
Thanks to Random House for sending me a copy of this book for review.