The description above, and the blurb, make this book sound far more complex and interesting than it is. It's a simple romance story, in the genre with Bridget Jones but without the diary entries that made that feel so personal, and without any of the humour that you usually find in basic "chick lit". To be fair, it was refreshing that the heroine never fell over, got her knickers out, or humiliated herself in any other way; the formulaic "gosh what a moron" self-deprecation isn't really present here - but it wasn't replaced by anything more unusual or enjoyable. No depth, no wit, no reason to read this book.