I swore that I was done with the insecure-female-novels-with-titles-ripped-from-pop-songs but then I saw this on a friend's bookshelf and "accidentally" started reading it. (Isn't that how these stories all begin?) I got swept up in its easy charm and one thing led to another and I started rationalizing my choice. "I'm going to be at the pool all day anyhow...and don't I deserve a bit of a rest from my Harry Potter marathon?" While it was fairly meaningless (yet infinitely more palatable than Emily Giffin's first offering, Something Borrowed), it proved to be a breezy way to spend a perfectly breezy weekend.