I’ve Got Your Number by Sophie Kinsella

Sophie Kinsella has cloned her loveable, scatter-brained Shopaholic heroine in I’ve Got Your Number. If you’ve smiled with Becky Bloomwood through the Shopaholic series, Poppy Wyatt will not only raise your spirits, but may also have you laughing out loud.

Within minutes, Poppy loses her heirloom emerald engagement ring and has her cell phone stolen. The wild ride begins when she commandeers a discarded cell phone and starts a texting relationship with Sam Roxton, a handsome but socially inept businessman. It’s his assistant who quit and threw the cell phone in the trash. Since Poppy needs the phone to communicate with anyone who might find the ring – and others, including the wedding planner – she convinces Sam to let her keep the phone for a while, and promises to forward his emails.

The nonsensical situation is ripe for humor, especially when Poppy starts answering Sam’s mail. The romantic comedy includes a little suspense when someone hacks into the company computer to change a message, but Poppy saves the day.

Kinsella adds over 100 footnotes – Poppy’s nod to her stuffy academic future in-laws. They lost some of their witty sparkle when placed at the end of the chapter on my Kindle (hopefully the actual book places them at the bottom of the page). By then I’d forgotten the reference.

Kinsella has once again morphed Bridget Jones and I Love Lucy into a funny and satisfying distraction, and proves that… “You can be highly intelligent, and also ditzy and klutzy.” The book is a fast satisfying distraction and a good British tonic, if you are out of sorts. If Kinsella is starting a new series with Poppy, I can’t wait for the next one.