From back blurb:
Honesty is the best policy. But sometimes it's just so boring. A fashion-backward high-school teacher, Natalie Quackenbush is approaching thirty, drowning in debt--and did she mention she's living with her parents? All in all, she'd rather not talk about it. So she and her friends have learned to entertain themselves on the Scottsdale, Arizona, social scene by getting creative. Okay--by lying.
It's an innocent game, but when Natalie finally meets a guy she likes, how will she explain that her mother isn't actually insane? Or that she really doesn't work with convicted murderers? Now she's looking for a way to come clean, get the guy, and keep her friendships intact. If only she can keep the truth from ruining true love.
This book was just okay. It lacked a decent plot to entice me to return to this story, so it took much longer than usual to finish this book. But I did at least finish it. The main problem with this story was it didn't have enough depth or action. The main conflict was the fact that the heroine lied to the hero and didn't/couldn't tell him the truth for whatever reason. A conflict that could have been easily overcome by the heroine simply acting her age and telling the hero "hey, I lied to you thinking I'd never see you again and, sorry, but here's the truth..." Plus the lies themselves were so farfetched and outrageous that any moron could have figured out the heroine was either lying or insane.
The writing itself wasn't bad. The writer kept the tone light which is true to the chicklit genre, however, at times I felt she tried too hard to keep it lighthearted and it ended up coming across as odd or just downright not funny. Such as this passage when the heroine has just heard the news that her pregnant sister is carrying a boy. "The thought of a tiny penis growing inside my sister's womb seemed intimate and beautiful and grotesque all at once."
I wouldn't recommend this book. It was a complete waste of time.
