Great body, check. Pretty face, check.
Job, check.
Chicken pox. Check.
Stuck in her Danbury, Connecticut condo in self-imposed exile until she's contagion-free, Scarlett Jane Stein keeps circling around to a passing comment her friend Pam made: how everything (read: men) comes to Scarlett just because she's attractive.
Is it true? All her life she's thought that she was fun to be around, that people liked her. Was it only because she was pretty (say it -- because she's got incredible breasts)? Or is Pam, tired of playing second fiddle, now playing her? All Scarlett knows is that she's never found the man she believes is out there, her One True Love. So maybe Scarlett needs to change things up.
So it's goodbye, Scarlett and hello, dowdier, schlumpier Lettie Shaw. And with her new look, new name, new home, and new job, is there a chance that Lettie-nee-Scarlett will find someone who loves her for who she is inside? Or has Scarlett's little change of face turned into the biggest mistake of her life?
I'm not usually a fan of chick lit. They all seem to follow the same theme: late 20's/early 30's career gal seeking love in the big city. And they're all written in first person, which I don't prefer. But not this book. While it is written in first person, the main character is 39 (almost 40, wow!). It took me a while to get used to the first person, somewhat sarcastic writing style, but when I did I really liked this book and found it very insightful. Highly recommended!
I was mildly annoyed by the end of the Prologue, and threw in the hat by chapter five. Couldn't stand the writing style...it seemed juvenile and, well, above all else...annoying. Others seemed to like it, however, based on the reviews I read prior to ordering it.