I was bored at home one day and this book was lying about so I picked it up and started reading. It's pretty typical chick lit fare: two English girls rent a home in the Hamptons for a holiday to try and get themselves a wealthy husband. Of course, not everything is as it appears to be on the surface, hi-jinks, misunderstandings and comedy moments ensue.

It's not a demanding book at all, neither is it meant to be. It's pure unadulterated fluff, made even more so by the fact that it's completely unrealistic. Although I've never been to the Hamptons so maybe it is really like that. I suppose it was one of the better chick lit books, the writing was all right, although the majority of the characters were awful. There were a lot of them though and I kept losing track of who they all were. There were several twists that I saw a mile off so that was rather disappointing. About half-way through the book, the plot took a sudden swing into bizarre territory and made it even more unbelievable. From then on, it became a complete farce and totally ridiculous. It was like two half-baked plots jammed together in the hope of making a half-decent one but it didn't work.

Maybe if I was in the intended audience, I'd like this book a lot more, but I'm not so sure. ( )