
But is she happy? No, she is not. Even more so since she keeps travelling back in time and meeting her former hippyfied, happy-go-lucky, unplucked eye-browed self. This is when she starts to question her life, where she's heading and what she wants out of life... thus we have about 300 pages of your typical main character neurosis etc etc etc... yawn.
It was better than your average chick-lit book, but only marginally. This is definite read-on-the-beach material and if that's the kind of stuff you like then that's great. I don't mean to sound snobby, but there's so much of this kind of stuff out there it doesn't really do a lot for me. It's like Haribo Tangfastic - it's tasty for a while, but then you get sick of all the sugar. It's just standard chick-lit and to be honest it's a bit boring. Having said that, it was better than Lolita! But give me Collins any day :)