I’ve Got Your Number by Sophie Kinsella

 Kinsella, Sophie. I’ve Got Your Number. New York: Dial Press, 2012

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Who doesn’t like some good chick lit now and again? Unlike some of the other chick lit authors I’ve read (Jane Green and Lisa Jewell spring to mind), Sophie Kinsella has not slacked off, pumping out books without much care or thought, knowing she’s successful and that her books will sell even if it seems no one bothered to give them any sort of editorial eye before publishing them. Kinsella’s a very good writer whose writing remains strong, not sloppy.

Yes, her plots are unbelievable. This one was completely so (young woman has cell phone stolen right out of her hands and, minutes later,  just happens upon another one that’s been tossed in the trash, so she decides to pick it up and start using it — and that’s one of the most plausible parts of the plot). My first question was: how is she charging this phone she’s found? Did its former owner just happen to have the exact same phone she did, so her charger works? She never mentions having to buy a charger for it. Unbelievable plots don’t matter, though, when you’re a writer who is laugh-out-loud funny and who has  a particular genre down to a science, the way Kinsella does. She knows exactly how to take a heroine, put her into impossible situations, and save her by the end of the story  — always getting the “right” guy in the end, no matter how many Mr. Wrongs she has to face along the way (typically only one but sometimes more than one).

Our heroine Poppy is a wonderfully endearing character, and I absolutely loved her fiancĂ©’s stuffy academic family, so wonderfully over-the-top in all the right ways! The scene in which she is forced into playing Scrabble with them is priceless (and one to which I could completely relate, having played my fair share of similar games of Scrabble and also Trivial Pursuit). Sam, the rightful owner of Poppy’s “new” cell phone was an endearing character, too, although reading this book reminded me how ludicrous the corporate world is. Not for the first time, I found myself thinking “So glad no longer to be a part of all that.”

I like the way Kinsella handles her plot twists, too. She doesn’t bombard you with too many (again, I think of the last Jane Green novel I read — not that, mind you, I’m about to give up reading Jane Green. It’s just that she’s not the superior writer that Kinsella is), and she does manage to surprise. I loved the way Poppy’s possession of that phone played into corporate evil, and yes, I was as surprised as I was meant to be, when I discovered that it did, having paid as little attention to what was important as my friend Poppy did (sorry for being so vague, but I’m trying not to give away the surprise for when you read it, and you will, I hope, be reading it).

In the world of candy literature, this one is a perfect, dark-chocolate-covered marshmallow (of the Wilbur variety, of course). I’m licking the sugar off my fingers and looking around for more.