I love me a little bit of chick-lit every once in a while, but this was one was just so ... silly. Maybe it’s because I’m 17 myself, but I couldn’t stand Lexi’s character. It seems like she’s either drunk, pregnant, or making casual conversation with 30-year-old drug dealers. She goes from one potential disaster to the next. (Is this how 17-year-olds act? Really?) Although, to be fair, Caroline isn’t much better either. The entire book is just a build-up until that pivotal moment when she realises that having an affair and leaving the aforementioned troublesome 17-year-old at home - ALONE - whilst she’s on a weekend rendezvous with a married man, weren’t such good ideas after all. For god’s sake. Why did it take her so long to arrive at that conclusion? Really now.
I couldn’t sympathise with any of the characters, at least not during the first part of the book. It grew on me in the end. I always was a sucker for happy endings ... And that's why it has two stars and not one.