Perspective. I need to get perspective. It’s not an earthquake or a crazed gunman or a nuclear meltdown, is it? On the scale of disasters, this is not huge. Not huge. One day I expect I’ll look back at this moment and laugh and think, Ha-ha, how silly I was to worry—
Poppy Wyatt feels like the luckiest girl in the world, about to marry a gorgeous man and celebrating her engagement at a hotel with all her friends. But when she loses her expensive heirloom engagement ring and her phone on the same day, she panics. Salvation appears in the form of a cell phone she finds in a trash bin, and under the age-old rule of “finders keepers” she takes possession, giving the number to the hotel staff who are looking for her ring, as well as to all her friends. The trouble is the phone used to belong to the personal assistant of businessman Sam Roxton and he not only wants it back, he really wants Poppy to stop reading his personal texts and emails. Kinsella has a great ear for dialogue and character and her comic timing helps carry the reader over any of the more wacky plot points. The frothy premise works, thanks mostly to loveable Poppy who struggles with self-esteem issues but remains plucky and adorable.
Check the BPL catalog for this title: I’ve Got Your Number