This one is also relatively enjoyable, although I found it, well, farfetched in places. You can argue that most chick lit is rather far-fetched and that is why we read it, but alas, I enjoyed most of the book and found both heroine and Mr. Right to be charming characters (whereas I grew seriously tired of Becky Bloomwood of the Shopaholic-series and found her less and less likeable), which is always a plus.
Lexi, our heroine, wakes up with amnesia and minor bruises after a car-crash. She doesn't remember anything from the past three years, where her life for some reason has taken a turn from the standard-dreary-bleary London-life to life in the fast lane with designer clothes, yummy hubby, gorgeous apartment, killer good-looks and a killer-job. But the problem is - Lexi doesn't remember how she got this way, and when she finds out, that her old friends despise her she is even more curious to find out what the heck happened to her, and why she left her old life behind her.
Its fun, its light, and surprisingly enough I was actually eager to get to the bottom of Lexi's life and find out how she became this succesful yuppie, marrying a London-millionaire!
Had it not been a light chick lit-read, I am pretty sure another type of author would have been able to make a bit more out of those typical subjects: mother/daughter relationship, marriage/single life, rich/poor and so on. But this is not supposed to be too psychological and all that jazz, its just for fun.
The ending fizzed out and wasn't that good, but overall I can recommend this for a light read on the beach or something like that. Not into chick lit? Then don't read it, you will not find it amusing at all.