Lara Lington has always had an overactive imagination, but suddenly that imagination seems to be in overdrive. Normal professional twenty-something young women don’t get visited by ghosts. Or do they?
When the spirit of Lara’s great-aunt Sadie—a feisty, demanding girl with firm ideas about fashion, love, and the right way to dance—mysteriously appears, she has one request: Lara must find a missing necklace that had been in Sadie’s possession for more than seventy-five years, because Sadie cannot rest without it.
Lara and Sadie make a hilarious sparring duo, and at first it seems as though they have nothing in common. But as the mission to find Sadie’s necklace leads to intrigue and a new romance for Lara, these very different “twenties” girls learn some surprising truths from and about each other. Written with all the irrepressible charm and humor that have made Sophie Kinsella’s books beloved by millions, Twenties Girl is also a deeply moving testament to the transcendent bonds of friendship and family.
|Publisher:||Random House Publishing Group|
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About the Author
Sophie Kinsella is the author of the bestselling Shopaholic series, as well as the novels Can You Keep A Secret?, The Undomestic Goddess, Remember Me?, Twenties Girl, I’ve Got Your Number, and Wedding Night. She lives in England.
Date of Birth:December 12, 1969
Place of Birth:London, England
Education:B.A. in Politics, Philosophy and Economics, Oxford University, 1990; M.Mus., King's College, London, 1992
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The thing about lying to your parents is, you have to do it to protect them. It's for their own good. I mean, take my own parents. If they knew the unvarnished truth about my finances/love life/ plumbing/council tax, they'd have instant heart attacks and the doctor would say, "Did anyone give them a terrible shock?" and it would all be my fault. Therefore, they have been in my flat for approximately ten minutes and already I have told them the following lies:
1. L&N Executive Recruitment will start making profits soon, I'm sure of it.
2. Natalie is a fantastic business partner, and it was a really brilliant idea to chuck in my job to become a headhunter with her.
3. Of course I don't just exist on pizza, black cherry yogurts, and vodka.
4. Yes, I did know about interest on parking tickets.
5. Yes, I did watch that Charles Dickens DVD they gave me for Christmas; it was great, especially that lady in the bonnet. Yes, Peggotty. That's who I meant.
6. I was actually intending to buy a smoke alarm at the weekend, what a coincidence they should mention it.
7. Yes, it'll be nice to see all the family again.
Seven lies. Not including all the ones about Mum's outfit. And we haven't even mentioned The Subject.
As I come out of my bedroom in a black dress and hastily applied mascara, I see Mum looking at my overdue phone bill on the mantelpiece.
"Don't worry," I say quickly. "I'm going to sort that out."
"Only, if you don't," says Mum, "they'll cut off your line, and it'll take ages for you to get it installed again, and the mobile signal is so patchy here. What if there was an emergency? What would you do?" Her brow is creased with anxiety. She looks as though this is all totally imminent, as though there's a woman screaming in labor in the bedroom and floods are rising outside the window and how will we contact the helicopter? How?
"Er . . . I hadn't thought about it. Mum, I'll pay the bill. Honest."
Mum's always been a worrier. She gets this tense smile with distant, frightened eyes, and you just know she's playing out some apocalyptic scenario in her head. She looked like that throughout my last speech day at school; afterward she confessed she'd suddenly noticed a chandelier hanging above on a rickety chain and became obsessed by what would happen if it fell down on the girls' heads and splintered into smithereens?
Now she tugs at her black suit, which has shoulder pads and weird metal buttons and is swamping her. I vaguely remember it from about ten years ago, when she had a phase of going on job interviews and I had to teach her all the really basic computer stuff like how to use a mouse. She ended up working for a children's charity, which doesn't have a formal dress code, thank goodness.
No one in my family looks good in black. Dad's wearing a suit made out of a dull black fabric which flattens all his features. He's actually quite handsome, my dad, in a kind of fine-boned, understated way. His hair is brown and wispy, whereas Mum's is fair and wispy like mine. They both look really great when they're relaxed and on their own territory-like, say, when we're all in Cornwall on Dad's rickety old boat, wearing fleeces and eating pasties. Or when Mum and Dad are playing in their local amateur orchestra, which is where they first met. But today, nobody's relaxed.
"So are you ready?" Mum glances at my stockinged feet. "Where are your shoes, darling?"
I slump down on the sofa. "Do I have to go?"
"Lara!" says Mum chidingly. "She was your great-aunt. She was one hundred and five, you know."
Mum has told me my great-aunt was 105 approximately 105 times. I'm pretty sure it's because that's the only fact she knows about her.
"So what? I didn't know her. None of us knew her. This is so stupid. Why are we schlepping to Potters Bar for some crumbly old woman we didn't even ever meet?" I hunch my shoulders up, feeling more like a sulky three-year-old than a mature twenty-seven-year-old with her own business.
"Uncle Bill and the others are going," says Dad. "And if they can make the effort . . ."
"It's a family occasion!" puts in Mum brightly.
My shoulders hunch even harder. I'm allergic to family occasions. Sometimes I think we'd do better as dandelion seeds-no family, no history, just floating off into the world, each on our own piece of fluff.
"It won't take long," Mum says coaxingly.
"It will." I stare at the carpet. "And everyone will ask me about . . . things."
"No, they won't!" says Mum at once, glancing at Dad for backup. "No one will even mention . . . things."
There's silence. The Subject is hovering in the air. It's as though we're all avoiding looking at it. At last Dad plunges in.
"So! Speaking of . . . things." He hesitates. "Are you generally . . . OK?"
I can see Mum listening on super-high-alert, even though she's pretending to be concentrating on combing her hair.
"Oh, you know," I say after a pause. "I'm fine. I mean, you can't expect me just to snap back into-"
"No, of course not!" Dad immediately backs off. Then he tries again. "But you're . . . in good spirits?"
I nod assent.
"Good!" says Mum, looking relieved. "I knew you'd get over . . . things."
My parents don't say "Josh" out loud anymore, because of the way I used to dissolve into heaving sobs whenever I heard his name. For a while, Mum referred to him as "He Who Must Not Be Named." Now he's just "Things."
"And you haven't . . . been in touch with him?" Dad is looking anywhere but at me, and Mum appears engrossed in her handbag.
That's another euphemism. What he means is, "Have you sent him any more obsessive texts?"
"No," I say, flushing. "I haven't, OK?"
It's so unfair of him to bring that up. In fact, the whole thing was totally blown out of proportion. I only sent Josh a few texts. Three a day, if that. Hardly any. And they weren't obsessive. They were just me being honest and open, which, by the way, you're supposed to be in a relationship.
I mean, you can't just switch off your feelings because the other person did, can you? You can't just say, "Oh right! So your plan is, we never see each other again, never make love again, never talk or communicate in any way. Fab idea, Josh, why didn't I think of that?"
So what happens is, you write your true feelings down in a text simply because you want to share them, and next minute your ex- boyfriend changes his phone number and tells your parents. He's such a sneak.
"Lara, I know you were very hurt, and this has been a painful time for you." Dad clears his throat. "But it's been nearly two months now. You've got to move on, darling. See other young men . . . go out and enjoy yourself . . ."
Oh God, I can't face another of Dad's lectures about how plenty of men are going to fall at the feet of a beauty like me. I mean, for a start, there aren't any men in the world, everyone knows that. And a five-foot-three girl with a snubby nose and no suntan isn't exactly a beauty.
OK. I know I look all right sometimes. I have a heart-shaped face, wide-set green eyes, and a few freckles over my nose. And to top it off, I have this little bee-stung mouth which no one else in my family has. But take it from me, I'm no supermodel.
"So, is that what you did when you and Mum broke up that time in Polzeath? Go out and see other people?" I can't help throwing it out, even though this is going over old ground. Dad sighs and exchanges glances with Mum.
"We should never have told her about that," she murmurs, rubbing her brow. "We should never have mentioned it-"
"'Because if you'd done that," I continue inexorably, "you would never have got back together again, would you? Dad would never have said that he was the bow to your violin and you would never have got married."
This line about the bow and the violin has made it into family lore. I've heard the story a zillion times. Dad arrived at Mum's house, all sweaty because he'd been riding on his bike, and she'd been crying but she pretended she had a cold, and they made up their fight and Granny gave them tea and shortbread. (I don't know why the shortbread is relevant, but it always gets mentioned.)
"Lara, darling." Mum sighs. "That was very different; we'd been together three years, we were engaged-"
"I know!" I say defensively. "I know it was different. I'm just saying, people do sometimes get back together. It does happen."
"Lara, you've always been a romantic soul-" begins Dad.
"I'm not romantic!" I exclaim, as though this is a deadly insult. I'm staring at the carpet, rubbing the pile with my toe, but in my peripheral vision I can see Mum and Dad, each mouthing vigorously at the other to speak next. Mum's shaking her head and pointing at Dad as though to say, "You go!"
"When you break up with someone," Dad starts again in an awkward rush, "it's easy to look backward and think life would be perfect if you got back together. But-"
He's going to tell me how life is an escalator. I have to head him off, quick.
"Dad. Listen. Please." Somehow I muster my calmest tones. "You've got it all wrong. I don't want to get back together with Josh." I try to sound as if this is a ridiculous idea. "That's not why I texted him. I just wanted closure. I mean, he broke things off with no warning, no talking, no discussion. I never got any answers. It's like . . . unfinished business. It's like reading an Agatha Christie and never knowing whodunnit!"
There. Now they'll understand.
"Well," says Dad at length, "I can understand your frustrations-"
"That's all I ever wanted," I say as convincingly as I can. "To understand what Josh was thinking. To talk things over. To communicate like two civilized human beings."
And to get back together with him, my mind adds, like a silent, truthful arrow. Because I know Josh still loves me, even if no one else thinks so.
But there's no point saying that to my parents. They'd never get it. How could they? They have no concept of how amazing Josh and I were as a couple, how we fit together perfectly. They don't understand how he obviously made a panicked, rushed, boy-type decision, based on some nonexistent reason probably, and how if I could just talk to him, I'm sure I could straighten everything out and we'd be together again.
Sometimes I feel streets ahead of my parents, just like Einstein must have done when his friends kept saying, "The universe is straight, Albert, take it from us," and inside he was secretly thinking, "I know it's curved. I'll show you one day."
Mum and Dad are surreptitiously mouthing at each other again. I should put them out of their misery.
"Anyway, you mustn't worry about me," I say hastily. "Because I have moved on. I mean, OK, maybe I haven't moved on totally," I amend as I see their dubious expressions, "but I've accepted that Josh doesn't want to talk. I've realized that it just wasn't meant to be. I've learned a lot about myself, and . . . I'm in a good place. Really."
My smile is pasted on my face. I feel like I'm chanting the mantra of some wacky cult. I should be wearing robes and banging a tambourine.
Hare hare . . . I've moved on . . . hare hare . . . I'm in a good place. . . .
Dad and Mum exchange looks. I have no idea whether they believe me, but at least I've given us all a way out of this sticky conversation.
"That's the spirit!" Dad says, looking relieved. "Well done, Lara, I knew you'd get there. And you've got the business with Natalie to focus on, which is obviously going tremendously well. . . ."
My smile becomes even more cultlike.
Hare hare . . . my business is going well . . . hare hare . . . it's not a disaster at all. . . .
"I'm so glad you've come through this." Mum comes over and kisses the top of my head. "Now, we'd better get going. Find yourself some black shoes, chop chop!"
With a resentful sigh I get to my feet and drag myself into my bedroom. It's a beautiful sunshiny day. And I get to spend it at a hideous family occasion involving a dead 105-year-old person. Sometimes life really sucks.
As we pull up in the drab little car park of the Potters Bar Funeral Center, I notice a small crowd of people outside a side door. Then I see the glint of a TV camera and a fluffy microphone bobbing above people's heads.
"What's going on?" I peer out the car window. "Something to do with Uncle Bill?"
"Probably." Dad nods.
"I think someone's doing a documentary about him," Mum puts in. "Trudy mentioned it. For his book."
This is what happens when one of your relations is a celebrity. You get used to TV cameras being around. And people saying, when you introduce yourself, "Lington? Any relation to Lingtons Coffee, ha ha?" and them being gobsmacked when you say, "Yes."
My uncle Bill is the Bill Lington, who started Lingtons Coffee from nothing at the age of twenty-six and built it up into a worldwide empire of coffee shops. His face is printed on every single coffee cup, which makes him more famous than the Beatles or something. You'd recognize him if you saw him. And right now he's even more high profile than usual because his autobiography, Two Little Coins, came out last month and is a bestseller. Apparently Pierce Brosnan might play him in the movie.
Of course, I've read it from cover to cover. It's all about how he was down to his last twenty pence and bought a coffee and it tasted so terrible it gave him the idea to run coffee shops. So he opened one and started a chain, and now he pretty much owns the world. His nickname is "The Alchemist," and according to some article last year, the entire business world would like to know the secrets of his success.
What People are Saying About This
“Laugh-out-loud.”—San Francisco Chronicle
“[Kinsella] continues to tickle funny bones and touch hearts.”—USA Today
“[A] most delicious and delightful romp.”—Publishers Weekly
“Like everything [Kinsella] writes, it’s warm and lively.”—Time
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Twenties Girl: I love the Shopaholic series, and I've read all of her other novels. Twenties Girl is definitely right up there for me as far as Sohie Kinsella goes. It was fun, believable (if you believe :O)) and funny! I enjoyed Lara and Sadie both, and genuinely felt the connection between the two as friends. On a more serious note, I thought it was wonderful how Lara had never known this person, never bothered with her, then learned so much about her when she met her ghost. It's sad because the older generation is out there, and they hold so much history, and they are so often forgotten about. Searching for Sadie's necklace only brought her into Lara's life...everything else that came after is where the real story was. Sophie Kinsella has never disappointed me and she is one of the few authors I will go out and buy as soon as her books are in stock. I absolutely thought this was a fantastic story, and it very much had Sophie Kinsella's touch. I highly recommend it.
Sophie Kinsella always entertains me with her novels. I walked with Becky Bloomwood to all the shops in the "Shopaholic" series, I went along on Lexi's adventures of amnesia in "Remember Me?", and I laughed as Samantha goes from being an office flunky to an amateur housekeeper in "The Undomestic Goddess". I was thrilled to see this book, "Twenties Girl", in the library as a quick read and snatched it right up. And there was no false advertising. This was a quick read. I was at the library on Thursday, and closed the book after the final chapter today, Tuesday, only 5 days later. I loved it. I devoured it. It was a great way to distract me from any stress or any other issues going on in my life. I needed a quick, light, entertaining read, and Sophie indulged me. Her characters are just so easy to relate to. I don't know what that says about my life, but it's true. And adding a ghost to the crazy mix was an adventure that I just couldn't pass up. Lara and Sadie make a great pair. Two completely different viewpoints and generations thrown together in one erratic enterprise. Something new happened with each page turn and I was so excited to find out what happened next throughout the whole novel. I love books like this. I admit it proudly: I love chick lit. Life can be so stressful and ridiculous that it's nice to sit and relax with an easy read and a cup of coffee (or tea, depending on your preference). And if Sophie Kinsella isn't the queen of chick lit, then she should be. All of her books are great, and I recommend any of them.
I have read all of Sophie Kinsella's books and always look forward to her next. Her books are fun - great chick lit. This one was different though. Still fun, but the story was deeper. It was very original. The main characters Lara and Sadie were well developed and there was such an emotional connection between them. I laughed (out loud) and cried. I did not want this story to end!! Tally ho Sadie - I miss you already!
4.5 stars Twenties Girl is the fourth stand-alone novel by British author, Sophie Kinsella. Life isn’t going terribly well for Lara Lington: without saying why, her boyfriend, Josh has broken up with her (but she’s sure he still loves her, he just needs to be reminded); her fledgling business is in trouble since Natalie (best friend, business partner and front of the whole enterprise) has followed some bloke to Goa; her parents are worrying about her financial security and her psychological welfare; her sister Tonya (married, kids, perfect life) is far too eager to discuss how well Lara is coping (or not) with her break-up; and her parents are insisting she attend her Great Aunt Sadie’s funeral. And now she’s being haunted? That’s all she needs to put her over the edge. A beautiful young woman in an (admittedly gorgeous) 1920’s dress is demanding her necklace. When the woman identifies herself as Sadie Lancaster, guilt about the neglect shown to her 105-year-old great aunt sees Lara stopping the funeral with a claim of murder. And from there, thing just get crazier. This is a madcap ghost story that’s got intrigue, romance, a good helping of humour and a heart-warming ending. A delightful read.
I do recommend this book. But hang in there, the first few chapters I found slow going. I did not like either of the two main female characters for several chapters. Although they were adults, their behavior was a bit "middle school" (think 11- 13 year old girls). I almost gave up on the book, but kept on reading. After 4 or so chapters, the story picked up steam, the characters become stronger emotionally and intellectually. The story became a entertaining mystery. This book is a fast read, I finished the book in approximately a day.
twenties girl is a funny, quick read. the story is touching and really interesting. i would definitely recommend it to anyone wanting a fun book to read.
Sophie Kinsella is an amazing writer. I could read this book over and over again. This book was funny and moving all at the same time. Didn't want it to end.
this was a book that made me laugh out loud. The story was original and I couldnt put it down. Can't wait to read more of her books.
Sophie Kinsella books simply make me smile. This is a book that you will not want to put down until you are finished.
Cute story but outrageously over-the-top in places. The ghost's voice can get very annoying on audio - but I suppose that's the point, otherwise Lara would just ignore Sadie and her bizarre requests. Kinsella is always good for funny dialog and this story does contain an interesting message - that even 105-year-olds may still feel like their 23-year-old girlish selves inside. For readers who like wacky humor, romance, and cultural detail from the 1920s.
Once I made my peace with the amount of disbelief-suspending required, I did enjoy this novel. The central idea of the plot - great aunt haunts girl about missing necklace while girl has cringe-worthy boy problems- is interesting enough to make up, at least to some degree, for the fact that the writing won't knock your socks off. I found the opening (a funeral at which the great aunt's ghost appears only to our heroine, and at which our heroine makes a ridiculous scene) really difficult to get through, because it was so far beyond bizarre, but once you get past that, this is a sweet story, if not a groundbreaking one, about looking for love and happiness and peace and all of those things. It's insubstantial, but enjoyable for all that, once it gets the introductory bits out of the way. The mystery of the missing necklace is solved in the most satisfying way possible, which may be where the novel won me over. One thing that did surprise me was that I imagined the girl being haunted was going to be much, much younger than our heroine turns out to be, based on the descriptions of the book I read. It would make a good beach read, but it's not much of a ghost story and it's not a supernatural tale. I don't know how it compares to Kinsella's other work, but I did enjoy it, and found it quite charming in spite of its flaws.
Kinsella's books often border on the ridiculous & unrealistic, but in that respect, they're sometimes a nice reprieve from more series novels. And as long as you don't read more than one too close together, they're fairly refreshing & humorous. I hadn't read one in several years, so I found this one pretty enjoyable & easy to read. Some of it was pretty predictable; other parts were more refreshing. While there wasn't anything really deep in this story, it was a nice summer read.
Lara is grudgingly attending her 105 year old Aunt Sadie's funeral when Sadie's ghost, a 23 year old flapper version of herself, makes contact with her. Actually, Sadie begins to harass and torment Lara, as Sadie cannot rest until Lara finds her lost dragonfly necklace. It is hard to solve problems with a ghost screaming in your face all day, and Lara finds it hard to concentrate and solve problems without looking psychotic to her friends and coworkers. As Lara begins to put the pieces together to find the necklace and the mystery behind it, she finds herself both in conflict with and becoming good friends with this 1920's version of Sadie, who is actually very helpful when one needs a ghost to go undercover to find out information about others. This novel is ridiculously fluffy.... serious cotton-candy chick lit. However, the relationship with Sadie was at times, fun and playful and I liked the idea that inside every very old person there is a young part of themselves trapped inside. I thought the author did a great job opening up the reader's eyes to this possibility and striking interest in learning about the history of our elderly relatives. However, most of this book was slapstick, predictable and filled with uncomfortable conflict of the sort that happens when you are trying to pass yourself off as sane, when everyone around you thinks you have lost your marbles. Think "Ellen" meets a 1920's fun-loving ghost.
It was a nice light read that caught me so that I could not put it down until I reached the end. One of the best books I've read in years, and I've read many great books. I loved the humor and Kinsella's imagery. I totally see Sadie's ghost. This book is unlike other ghost stories in that Sadie didn't think of herself as a ghost but as a 23 year old youth. I wonder if Kinsella's other books are this good.
This book was SO cute! It was a bit long and slow at the beginning, but once you got into the main story line it really had you hooked. I thought the romance was cute and it had a great message. Not my favorite of hers but I really enjoyed it!
I've always enjoyed Kinsella's Shopaholic books, but I especially love Twenties Girl. The premise is both touching and funny. A great aunt who dies at the age of 105, forgotten by the world, never visited by family. The ghost of this same aunt, in the form of her flapper 23 year old self, haunting her great-niece. The mystery of a lost necklace. The truth of a girl who stupidly pines for an ex. And a cast of interesting characters. You'll be riveted and endlessly entertained as you flip the pages of this novel, and let it work its own ghostly magic on you.One especially beautiful scene occurs when the heroine visits a nursing home and sees the youthful spirits in each wheelchair bound elder rise up and dance. Fabulous writing. You might hear people refer to this dismissively as chicklit and light and fluffy. But, honestly, it was a hoot to read, engrossing, and had some real depth. Everything you could want from a book on a cold wintry afternoon. Highly recommended.
A ghost story. A great aunt dies when she is 105 and comes back to haunt her niece. The great aunt is still living in the twenties...she is 23 in spirt. The characters are wonderfu (as the trademark for Sophie Kinsella). I got really caught up in poor Laura and the things that her aunt made her do. Great!
This is probably the only Sophie Kinsella book that I've read (granted, my pool of experience only encompasses 3 books, total) that I heartily enjoyed the whole way through. The characters were memorable, the story was amusing and at the same time, meaningful, and I really liked the ending. I didn't always like Sadie, the ghost in this story, but that's okay because Lara definitely doesn't like her. So, sometimes, I was definitely on board with Lara and her vexation and frustration about being able to hear Sadie, but then again...sometimes, I was totally with Sadie about how Lara should view life. The love interest was sort of secondary for me in this book -- the main focus wasn't on the love story, but on the story of growth and friendship and learning to spread your wings experienced by both Sadie and Lara thanks to each other. All in all, an enjoyable read and I would recommend it to others.
Slow to engage, but then thoroughly and utterly enjoyable, Twenties Girl is spot on, great chick lit. The main character, Lara, is haunted by her great-aunt Sadie. This concept alone is a tough one to wrap your mind around. Once you do, the enchantment of a twenty-three year old ghost who brings alive the 1920s is undeniable. Lara's life is in shambles, but with Sadie by her side, she finds her way. As with Kinsella's other novels (except Shopaholic, as I have not read the series), a lesson for us twenty-first century girls abides. Sometimes instinct is an important ingredient to enjoying life to it's fullest, and sometimes, you have to digest the reality of a situation even if your heart tries to deny it.
Sophie Kinsella's the Twenties Girl astounded me with the hauntings of a twenties ghost and a modern day niece.Twenties Girl is about Lara Lington, a girl just like any other except for the fact that her great-aunt Sadie just died... and now she's being haunted by her. Lara has = just suffered a break-up, is having many struggles at work and on top of that is being pestered by her dead great-aunt. Sadie won't leave her alone until Lara finds her necklace for her. In this book we join the amazing duo of Lara and Sadie. Sadie, being a ghost, helps Lara through her life including getting Lara's boyfriend back, helping her with her job and solving the mystery of what happened to her neckalce. Along the way, though, Sadie and Lara do stumble over obstacles such as Sadie falling in love with a man who can't even see her. What will they do?In my opinion, I thought this book was very fun to read because it had a mix of romance and paranomal cases. I would like to read more books like this one because it was something I would've never thought would go together. This isn't my favourite Sophie KInsella book but a definite must-read.I would rate this book a 5 out of 5 because it was funny, sad, entertaining, and just exceptional all-in-one.As i said before, a definite must-read.
Lara is a twenty-something, living in London, recently dumped by the love of her life. One day an unknown great aunt dies, and Lara and her family attains her funeral. During the funeral someone tries to get Lara¿s attention. It turns out it is the ghost of her dead great aunt Sadie. Frozen in her early twenties, Sadie is not finished living. But is the ghost of Sadie real, or is Lara losing her mind?Lara is thrown into embarrassing episodes, a mystery containing a lost necklace and to the arms of a gorgeous man.This is an easy read, perfect for long days on the beach, since it does not need perfect concentration. At times I was a bit annoyed with Sadie, but it was an okey pass time book, nothing more and nothing less. A typical chick lit. novel. Very superficial, but it still had a feel-good aspect to the plot.
Lots of fun! I'm a big Sophie Kinsella fan and I think Twenties Girl was adorable. It's a little different since there are really two main characters (Lara, the first person narrator, and her great-aunt Sadie), but once you get past that it's another fun Kinsella romp. Don't expect a life-changing classic, but it's a great beach/relaxing read.
This was a wonderful summer read, it¿s no great literary novel but if you are looking for something fun and light to read definitely pick this book up. I did not care for this authors ¿Shopaholic¿ series but ¿Undomestic Goddess¿ and this book I enjoyed them for what they were, light fun reading. I¿m a little embarrassed to say that I even shed some tears at the end of this book when Sadie was finally put to rest.
OMG--another winner by Sophie Kinsella! Where does this woman come up with them?????The main character is at a funeral for her great aunt when she hears a voice saying "where is my necklace". She sees no one but soon becomes a part of the ghost's life and vice versa. A mystery ensues that takes her back into her own and her great aunt's history, has her meeting a wonderful guy, and taking new risks and experiencing life in a way she never thought possible. Truly a wonderful story!
What a darling story! I want it made into a movie. The audio was great but as was mentioned elsewhere, when Sadie starts shrieking about what she wants early in the audio you really need to turn it down because she certainly expresses her ghostly self. I was sorry we had to have the story end where it did---we need a few more sweetly helpful ghosts in this world!