A fun story with a fake death involving russian mafia.
I don't have much written in my book journal about this book and I don't think I would enjoy it today. ( )

A perfect example of terrible ChickLit. Don't get me wrong, I am not disparaging the genre... I think it can be great when it's light-hearted and fun and well-written. I really enjoyed Bridget Jones' Diary, the first Shopaholic, The Undomestic Goddess and Something Borrowed. But this... ugh. Your typical doormat female who has never had any real boyfriends yet looks like a beautiful, tall, blond, Marilyn-Monroe type. She keeps insisting in her head that she's smart (because she got a degree) and gets upset that her family thinks she's ditzy. Well, the whole plot revolves around her giving her first serious boyfriend a blank cheque to her family's business accounts. He ends up stealing a million dollars and fakes his death while vacationing with her. The story is she tries to track him down while enlisting the cute scuba instructor. Anyways, but I don't know about everyone else, but I agreed with her family. She IS stupid. Nothing angers me more when I'm reading in first-person and said narrator keeps insisting that she's a canny girl, that she is a good judge of character, and I'm thinking, "You are the dumbest ditz ever and I want to shoot you". You just don't give a blank cheque from your parent's business to anybody that you've dated for 6 months. Period. If you do, admit you're an idiot.

Anyways, from a technical standpoint, the author wrote a lot of little contradictions that irked me. I won't go into them, but they were there. She also didn't end the book, but gave a half-hearted attempt to make her protagonist wise up and try to be independent, but she left things on a cliffhanger on whether that becomes true. ( )