I did finish the book. Barely. Things I didn't like:
* The recipes have cheesy notes in them, like (if you can't get key limes, use regular lime juice). The notes are bold italics, so they look more important than the actual ingredient.
* There are constant admonitions to "just beat the eggs in a glass with a fork"
* The writing is awful. This book reads like a first draft that hasn't been edited. Wordy, clunky, and generally annoying. Please recognize that this criticism comes from someone who reads Dan Brown without flinching.
* I'm not entirely sure how old the main character is, but somewhere around 30. She acts like a cranky 60-year-old. She doesn't want a cell phone, can't figure out how to use it, hates computers, and whines about her weight. But then she sneaks around her mother acting like a 12-year-old. Couldn't stand her.
* I never did understand why either of the men in her life are interested in her. And why she's stringing along both of them.
All in all, it read like a G-rated recipe-heavy poor imitation of Stephanie Plum. Go read some Janet Evanovich instead. At least she doesn't say stuff like:
"Me, neither" I replied in the vernacular of my childhood.
There was also a reference to a Minnesota-type sentence construction that made my skin crawl. Not that the character used it, but that she laughed about using it, then thought about how she was using it, and then the narrator/heroine pointed out that her boyfriend used something equally regional in his reply.
BLECH.
Oh, and the sideline about her mother using Regency phrases could have been cute, but was overexplained and thus sucked.
I kind of liked the cat.