The second novel from the author of Pretty Little Mistakes (2007).
Jennifer Johnson is 30. She’s single and has a job writing advertising copy for a middling Minneapolis department store. She recently made the existentially significant shift from a size 10 to a size 12. Both her younger sister and her ex are getting married on Valentine’s Day. Jennifer would like to be a real writer. She would like to kick her addiction to Cinnabon. More than anything, she would like to not be single. She’s tried online dating. She’s completely ignored the obvious affection of her sweet, attentive coworker Ted. Romantically speaking, she is utterly out of ideas. Then handsome department-store heir Brad Keller walks into her life. For reasons she cannot comprehend, he asks her out on a date, and she decides to make him her own—even if that means totally redefining who she is and what she wants out of life. Jennifer is self-absorbed to the point of being totally unpleasant and McElhatton has a tendency to lavish incredible detail upon material goods while completely ignoring emotional development—although the emphasis here is on Jennifer’s kitschy décor rather than, say, Chloe jeans or Christian Louboutin pumps. Most of the novel is pretty much indistinguishable from other chick-lit fare. But, by the end, there’s a spectacular—and problematic—shift away from the genre’s conventions. Readers who love chick lit will almost certainly be dismayed, and readers who might appreciate McElhatton’s ruthlessness are unlikely to pick up her book in the first place.
An odd, flawed book with no obvious audience.