I picked up the first Sophie Kinsella book from a shelf at Mom’s house in FL. It was cute and I enjoyed it a lot. While I don’t seek her books out, I’ve tended to enjoy them quite a bit when I come across them. They’re filled with British humor which I find good for a laugh, likable people, and decently interesting plots. They’re almost always good for a laugh.
After ten years together, Sylvie and Dan have a comfortable home, fulfilling jobs, and beautiful twin girls, and they communicate so seamlessly they finish each other’s sentences. They have a happy marriage and believe they know everything there is to know about each other. Until it’s casually mentioned to them that they could be together for another sixty-eight years . . . and panic sets in.
They decide to bring surprises into their marriage to keep it fresh and fun. But in their pursuit of Project Surprise Me—from unexpected gifts to restaurant dates to sexy photo shoots—mishaps arise, with disastrous and comical results. Gradually, surprises turn to shocking truths. And when a scandal from the past is uncovered, they begin to wonder if they ever really knew each other at all….
I’d be lying if I told you I actually liked this book. I didn’t flat out dislike it, but it was not Kinsella’s best work. The characters bored me, the plot felt forced, and it just wasn’t up to her usual good work.
The best thing I can take away from this book is not to assume you know everything about your partner because they might have a secret or two and surprises should come from an impulsive place, not be forced or contrived.
The surprise was how much I didn’t like this book. I usually really like her books.
Is this something you’d like to read? Do you like surprises?