3.5 stars 
 What I've always loved about Kinsella's books has begun to frustrate me, just a little. We always have an insecure heroine who's living some kind of lie. She doesn't accept herself as she is and does her best to cover it up, whether it's a shopping addiction or, in this case, a decidedly unglamorous background. Lies build upon lies until the situation gets ridiculous and the heroine is outed, at which time she realizes the "real her" isn't so bad after all. 
 And (view spoiler)[the handsome guy always returns and confesses his undying love for the heroine, even though they hadn't gotten to know each other on any deep level. (hide spoiler)] 
 So it's a cute book, and it'll be exactly what Kinsella fans are expecting, but I guess I was hoping for something deeper, or maybe for a protagonist who didn't start off ashamed of herself and pretending to be someone different. In this case, it isn't Kinsella's fault, but my own. There's no reason for her to change a formula that's made her an international best-selling author. But it's time for me to move on from heroines who think that lovely homes and expensive clothes equal happiness, and that if you don't have these things (or can't afford them), you should drown in debt or die of shame.