BONUS: This edition contains an excerpt from Sophie Kinsella's I've Got Your Number. With the same wicked humor and delicious charm that have won her millions of devoted fans, Sophie Kinsella, author of the #1 New York Times bestseller Shopaholic & Baby, returns with an irresistible new novel and a fresh new heroine who finds herself in a life-changing and utterly hilarious predicament…. When twenty-eight-year-old Lexi Smart wakes up in a London hospital, she's in for a big surprise. Her teeth are perfect. Her body is toned. Her handbag is Vuitton. Having survived a car accident-in a Mercedes no less-Lexi has lost a big chunk of her memory, three years to be exact, and she's about to find out just how much things have changed. Somehow Lexi went from a twenty-five-year-old working girl to a corporate big shot with a sleek new loft, a personal assistant, a carb-free diet, and a set of glamorous new friends. And who is this gorgeous husband-who also happens to be a multimillionaire? With her mind still stuck three years in reverse, Lexi greets this brave new world determined to be the person she…well, seems to be. That is, until an adorably disheveled architect drops the biggest bombshell of all. Suddenly Lexi is scrambling to catch her balance. Her new life, it turns out, comes complete with secrets, schemes, and intrigue. How on earth did all this happen? Will she ever remember? And what will happen when she does?
Shopaholicpowerhouse Kinsella delights again with her latest, a winning if unoriginal tale of amnesia striking an ambitious shrew and changing her life for the better. After taking a nasty bump on the head, Lexi Smart awakens in a hospital convinced that it's 2004 and that she's just missed her father's funeral. It's actually three years later, and she no longer has crooked teeth, frizzy hair and a loser boyfriend. Initially wowed by what she's become-a gorgeous, cut-throat businesswoman-Lexi soon finds herself attempting to figure out how it happened. As her personality change and lost memory threaten her job, Lexi tries to dredge up some chemistry with her handsome albeit priggish husband, Eric, though the effort is unnecessary with Eric's colleague Jon, who tells Lexi that she was about to leave Eric for him. Amnesia tales may be old hat, but Kinsella keeps things fresh and frothy with workplace politicking, romantic intrigue and a vibrant (though sometimes caricatured) cast. Though the happy ending won't come as a surprise, readers will be rooting for Lexi all along. (Mar.)
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1 . Can't read enough!!
Posted May 06, 2012 by Stephanie , Estevan, SKI loved this book so much! I own it on paperback and on my EReader. I could read this book a million times and never get tired of it. Sophia is a flawless author. Everyone should read this book!
2 . Not as good
Posted October 15, 2010 by Adi , ArlingtonWasn't as good as her other books. The flow wasn't there. Still funny but not great.
3 . Easy, Fun Read
Posted August 30, 2010 by Jen , Dayton, OHI'm not what you would call an avid reader, but I read when I have time versus making time. I finished this book the fastest that I've ever finished a book on my reader and found myself making time to read b/c I was constantly wanting to see what would happen. Although, some portions of the storyline were slightly predictible (like most romantic comedy movies, which I could easily see this book being), but it didn't make me love it any less. I fell in love with Lexi, and I was sad as I was coming closer and closer to the end. This was the first book I read from this author, and I will definitely be reading more from her.
4 . Probably Okay, maybe
Posted August 28, 2010 by kw , lagrange GAThere isn't anything wrong with this story, it just is so far fetched and ditzy, and not my usual read that I did not enjoy it. I have seen all of this author's books for sale, so she must have a good fan base, but I found this story rather boring. I just wanted to shout at the main characters about getting a life or get on with the one you have. Not enjoyable to someone who loves mysteries and adventures.
5 . Funny!!!
Posted June 01, 2010 by Mrs. Shuff , Chariton, IowaThis is a great book! Funny and extremely entertaining! Sophie Kinsella is a master at 'chick-lit'
6 . Loving it!!
Posted May 11, 2010 by Minette , Marysville, WAThis book was great and so funny. Sophie Kinsella is a wonderful writer. A must read book!
7 . Entertaining Read
Posted March 07, 2009 by Dana B. , Lancaster, CAIt was an entertaining read. It was a bit predictable at times but still worth the read. I really enjoy the titles I've read by this author so far. She's got me hooked.
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February 25, 2008
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Excerpt from Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella
How long have I been awake? Is it morning yet?
I feel so rough. What happened last night? God, my head hurts. Okay, I'm never drinking again, ever.
I feel so woozy I can't even think, let alone . . .
Oww. How long have I been awake?
My head is splitting and kind of foggy. And my mouth is parched. This is the most monster hangover I've ever had. I'm never drinking again, ever.
Is that a voice?
No, I have to sleep . . .
How long have I been awake? Five minutes? Half an hour, maybe? It's kind of hard to tell.
What day is it, anyway?
For a moment I just lie still. My head is pounding with a rhythmic pain, like some sort of massive concrete-breaker. I'm dry-throated and aching all over. My skin feels like sandpaper.
Where was I last night? What's wrong with my brain? It's like a fog has descended over everything. I'm never drinking again. I must have alcohol poisoning or something. I'm trying to remember last night as hard as I can-but all that's coming into my head is stupid stuff. Old memories and images from the past, flashing by in random order, like some kind of iPod shuffle in my brain.
Sunflowers waving against a blue sky . . .
Amy as a newborn baby, looking like a little pink sausage in a blanket . . .
A plate of salty french fries on a wooden pub table; hot sunshine on my neck; my dad sitting opposite in a Panama hat, blowing out cigar smoke and telling me, "Eat up, sweetheart" . . .
The sack race at school. Oh God, not this memory again. I try to block it out, but too late, it's rushing in. . . . I'm seven years old, it's sports day, and I'm winning by miles, but it feels so uncomfortable to be out front that I stop and wait for all my friends. They catch up-then somehow in the melee I trip and wind up coming in last. I can still feel the humiliation, hear the laughter, feel the dust in my throat, the taste of bananas . . .
Hang on. Somehow I force my brain to hold steady for a moment.
Through the fog another memory is glimmering. I'm desperately trying to retrieve it, to reach for it . . .
Yes. Got it. Banana cocktails.
We were drinking cocktails at some club. That's all I can remember. Bloody banana cocktails. What on earth did they put in them?
I can't even open my eyes. They feel heavy and stuck down, like that time I used false eyelashes with dodgy glue from the market, then tottered into the bathroom the next morning to find one eye glued shut with what looked like a dead spider on top of it. Really attractive, Lexi.
Cautiously, I move a hand up to my chest and hear a rustle of sheets. They don't sound like the ones at home. And there's a weird lemony smell in the air, and I'm wearing some soft cottony T-shirt thing I don't recognize. Where am I? What on earth-
Hey. I didn't score, did I?
Oh wow. Was I unfaithful to Loser Dave? Am I wearing some hot guy's oversize T-shirt which I borrowed to sleep in after we had passionate sex all night and that's why I feel so bruised and sore-
No, I've never been unfaithful in my life. I must have stayed overnight with one of the girls or something. Maybe I'll get up, have a shower . . .
With a huge effort I wrench my eyes open and incline my head a few inches.
Shit. What the hell-
I'm lying in a dim room, on a metal bed. There's a panel of buttons to my right, a bunch of flowers on the nightstand. With an inward gulp I see an IV drip in my left hand, attached to a bag of fluid.
This is unreal. I'm in hospital.
What's going on? What happened?
I mentally prod my brain, but it's a big, stupid, empty balloon. I need a strong cup of coffee. I try peering around the room for clues-but my eyes don't want to peer. They don't want information, they want eyedrops and three aspirin. Feebly I flop back onto the pillows, close my eyes, and wait a few moments. Come on. I have to be able to remember what happened. I can't have been that drunk . . . can I?
I'm holding on to my one fragment of memory like it's an island in the ocean. Banana cocktails . . . banana cocktails . . . think hard . . . think . . .
Destiny's Child. Yes! A few more memories are coming back to me now. Slowly, slowly, in patches. Nachos with cheese. Those crummy bar stools with the vinyl all split.
I was out with the girls from work. At that dodgy club with the pink neon ceiling in . . . somewhere. I can remember nursing my cocktail, totally miserable.
Why was I so down? What had happened-
Bonuses. Of course. A familiar cold disappointment clenches my stomach. And Loser Dave never showed up. Double whammy. But none of that explains why I'm in hospital. I screw up my face tight, trying to focus as hard as I can. I remember dancing like a maniac to Kylie and singing "We Are Family" to the karaoke machine, all four of us, arm in arm. I can vaguely remember tottering out to get a cab.
But beyond that . . . nothing. Total blanko.
This is weird. I'll text Fi and ask her what happened. I reach toward the nightstand-then realize there's no phone there.