Friday, December 11, 2009

Perfect Timing by Jill Mansell

Poppy Dunbar is wearing a hat with three condoms hanging from it.  It's her bachelorette party.  She's getting married the next morning to a wonderful man.  She'll get the 2.5 kids, picket fence and everything else she's always dreamed of.  But then, Poppy falls down the stairs when she leaves the pub for a few minutes of fresh air.  But when he helps her to a bench because of a twisted ankle, her whole life changes when she gazes into his eyes.  Instant attraction, love at first site.  His name is Tom and he urges Poppy to meet him at a coffee house after her party.  He knows she feels the same way, but if she doesn't show up, he'll know she wasn't interested.

Poppy does go to the coffee house, but she doesn't go in.  She can't meet with Tom, but she now knows she can't get married in the morning to Rob either.  She just doesn't love him like she should.  Poppy breaks off the wedding at the last hour and finds out at the same time that her father isn't really her father.  She moves to London; to start a new life, to find her real father, and  maybe find Tom.

She meets and makes unpredictable new friends.  She finds a room with famous artist Caspar French, who also has a room lent out to Claudia, who is the daughter of two famous movie stars.  Claudia is looking for love, Caspar is always double booking his lady friends, and Poppy is just trying to make the rent.  But as life unfolds, Poppy finds that she must listen to her heart to find her future.

Jill Mansell does it again with her famous trademark style.  Perfect Timing grabs a hold of you from the first page and doesn't let you go until the end.  Witty, entertaining, and romance set the tone for this fast-paced, hard-to-put down British Chic-lit.  Jill Mansell is at the top of her game and I can't wait to see what she has in store for us next! Perfect Timing is perfect to read anytime! Loved it.

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