Our protagonist here doesn't begin her story with an existential crisis. It's actually a literal "Who am I?" identity crisis, when she wakes up in a Los Angeles hospital with a head injury and no idea of who she is. She remembers nothing about herself, not even her name, although she can rattle off without hesitation the names of all the Kardashians and knows intimate details of their lives. (Well, you know, "intimate" to everyone who watches their reality show.)
All she knows is that she was wearing a beautiful yellow Prada cocktail dress with shoes and cape to match when she was brought to the hospital, has a Chanel lipstick with her, and has a top-of-the-line, state-of-the-art haircut (albeit, at the moment, a bit messy with blood in the hair and staples in the scalp). But, most important of all, her cracked i- phone was found in working condition after a needed charge.
So, of course, she asks the expected question of it, "Siri, who am I?", and finds that she is Mia, last name unknown, has an Instagram account which shows her living the good life, and manages, after being discharged from the hospital, to find her way to a beautiful pink duplex owned by a French billionaire with whom she seems to have a very close romantic relationship.
A billionaire who is, at the moment, out of the country, leaving his place in the care of Max, a handsome Ph.D in neuroscience with the habit of wearing T-shirts saying things like "It's not your limbic system, it's mine", who is housesitting to supplement his income.
Well, yes, this is an absurd set-up. In the first place, Mia would not be released from the hospital in her present condition, and, in the second, how convenient is it that there's a kind, considerate Ph.D housesitter willing to help her out in her search for herself? But just go with the flow, people, because this is cute and funny and actually has a bit of a message about knowing yourself (4realz).
The more Mia learns about herself, the less she actually likes. And then there's also the possibility that the injury that put her in the hospital was the result of attempted murder. This is an entertaining, easy-breezy read, part mystery, part rom-com, part social commentary. At first Mia seems to be as "air-headed" as any of the Kardashians but then there will be an existential crisis for her and an interesting learning curve.
The read has some superficially insightful commentary on our social media oriented culture of today. Like the addiction to selfies, when Max says, "All you do is take pictures of yourself," and Mia replies, "...Not taking pictures of yourself doesn't make you better than me," receiving the reply, "Ummm, it might."
And the addiction to Instagram. "You can be anyone you want online. There's a filter for any look...any mood..." So there's no need to be real, in other words. And there's a fun put-down of hashtags, as in this moment when a friend says, "Ohmygod. That's like hashtag the worst", a comment that Mia internally critiques as "That's like hashtag the dumbest sentence I've ever heard."
This is definitely chick lit but it's fun and has a few moments of self-reflection about who you are, is your real self enough or do you need an Instagram self to feel self worth, and so forth. It was entertaining to follow Mia along in her quest to recover her identity and her decision to make some changes in that old identity. I enjoyed it, 4realz.
(I also confess to liking the author's last name. Who wouldn't like a name that's pronounced "Cheetah"?)