UK Publishing Date: 09 Feb 2016. 242 pages
Clementine Daly is a graduate without a purpose. Coming from a venerable American family (think along the lines of the Vanderbilts and you’re in the right ballpark) where everyone else is working in the family real estate business she has no interest in joining them. She is quite happy reading a book a day on her e-reader and letting all that pass her by. When she agrees to accompany her brother Honor on a business trip he manages to get her phone mixed up with someone else’s at the airport.
When she arrives in California she has a dozen messages on “her” phone and realises what has happened. After a conversation with him she agrees to pass on messages to Justin – the phone’s real owner – and to swap phones when they both get back to Chicago at the end of the week. As the holiday progresses the updates evolve into flirting and Clem has some decisions to make.
It’s a sweet YA story but it doesn’t quite hit the spot. Clementine is just a bit too naïve and trusting – especially after her sex scandal in college – and the relationship between her and Justin is fairly instant and rushed. If you’re whiling away the day on a sun lounger then go for it but if you’re expecting an engaging heroine with a sassy story then it might be time to look elsewhere.
And worst of all I’ve had Carly Rae Jepson in my head the entire time I’ve been reading this!
Supplied by Net Galley and Loveswept in exchange for an honest review.
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