At first this book confused me a little, but once I got into the ryhthm of the writing style, I found myself smiling and even laughing outloud a few times.
Chloe---the protagonist---well, have you ever had a friend you can't really describe? That's Chloe. So if I was going to describe Chloe to someone, I'd probably just shrug and say: "Chloe is--well---Chloe!"
I enjoyed this book. There is supposed to be a sequel and I am looking forward to it.
It's possible that this is the worst book I ever read. I thought Jen Lancaster was the worst chick lit author ever, but I'm on page 156 screaming "I give up!!" and I always finish books. This book is an embarrassment to the chick lit genre.