"Women need chocloate. It's a scientific fact."However I was pleasantly surprised to find a character-driven plot, complete with twists and turns reminiscent of the finest 19th century authors.
The story opens with a 25-year-old career women having a night on the town with her girlfriends - drinking, dancing, enjoying their freedom and friendship. Suddenly, Lexi Smart wakes in a hospital and while her last memory is that night of partying, she realizes:
I'm twenty-eight, I have perfect white teeth, a [business] card saying "director," and a husband.The remainder explores her reconciliation of the friend-loving, fun-loving Lexi she remembers, and the bitch-boss from hell (aka the Cobra) she is living.
How the hell did all that happen?
I found her character real and engaging and I eagerly turned to pages to learn of Lexi's next discovery about her past and her responses. As in a good Dickens novel, the plot grows with each new revelation, but finally in the end all the various threads are woven together into a wonderful tapestry. This is a book more like The Secret Between Us than Poisoned Tarts.
A rich novel and a fast read.