Lackluster chick-lit from Down Under.
Ally Tasker tosses her cell phone out the window rather than listen to dull-as-dishwater boyfriend Bryce drone on about another golden real-estate opportunity in Sydney. Ally is ready to reinvent her life from top to bottom, starting with dumping him after five years of boredom. As for teaching art at St. Ambrose’s school—well, the thrill is gone, especially since some politically correct types frowned on her latest project (having the kids make their own didgeridoos is tantamount to exploitation of Aborigines, couldn’t she see that?). Well, she can read the writing on the wall: She’s going nowhere, compared to best friend Meg. Meg does computer graphics for an ad agency when not being a perfect wife and mother to her loving husband and young son or obsessively cleaning the charming harborside cottage that Ally helped decorate. Meg agrees that Ally must move on, but first they absolutely have to watch an upcoming movie marathon of every chick flick ever made, followed by a few talk-show snifflefests. Then Ally hightails it out of Sydney to see to her late grandfather’s estate and meets Matt Serrano, a hunky contractor with a heart of gold, who listens patiently to her life story. Could Ally’s mother actually have loved her? Drugs make people do appalling things, Matt points out. Why was her grandfather so remote? Men of his generation often had trouble expressing their feelings, says Matt. Segue to Meg, whose life (surprise) isn’t perfect after all. The excitement’s gone out of her marriage—and now will she or won’t she fool around with sexy Jamie from the agency? She feels like a fool sitting around waiting for him to call. What would Ally think? Oh, dear: Meg will just have to pick up that cell phone and pour her heart out. Meanwhile, Matt and Ally have sex at last. . . .
Derivative dialogue, trite plot, a big ho-hum debut.