The author of the Shopaholic trilogy (Shopaholic Ties the Knot, 2002, etc.) runs out of ideas.
Emma Corrigan, a heroine who seems about 11 years old, has a few giggly little secrets. Just between us superannuated schoolgirls, she hasn’t the faintest idea what NATO is, and she has never, ever told her boyfriend Connor that she actually weighs 128 pounds, not 118. Oh, and her Kate Spade bag is a fake. And she loves sweet sherry. Yes, the list of endearing fibs is long and equally trivial, but she confesses most of it to a business-suited American on a plane. He’s not really listening, is he? Oh, dear, what a dreadful pickle Emma gets herself into! As luck would have it, the handsome stranger, Jack Harper, turns out to be her new boss! “Look at him! He’s got limos and flunkies, and a great, big important company that makes millions every year!” Whatever will Emma do? Blush, simper, and have a little vodka—though she doesn’t seem old enough to drink without a sippy cup and a pink-kitten-printed bib. Good thing she has the sort of job where fib-telling is what she does, really—marketing things like sports drinks and energy bars and petroleum products requires the truth to be bent just a teeny-weeny bit, doesn’t it? And when she realizes, thanks to an elderly relative, that the energy bars don’t stick to dentures, she comes up with a simply brilliant idea that just might land her that big promotion! Maybe she’ll buy that smart new suit after all. But her personal life is in a dreadful muddle and Emma is ready to cry real tears—when Jack steps in to make things all better.
Just plain dopey. But Kinsella’s name plus a bubblegum-pink cover will attract the fans.