First book was so funny. This not so much. The live interests don’t make sense. ( )

Adult fiction; chick lit. Fans of Sophie Kinsella (and British accents in general) will enjoy this series from Hester Browne. ( )

Melissa agrees to leave the Agency and go vacation in New York while Jonathan tries to impress his boss into letting him, eventually, run the company. Melissa's helpful and exuberent personality as well as the stereotype of pushy demanding New Yorkers conspire to cause trouble for Jonathan and Melissa.

I finished this book and found, overall, that it was enjoyable, but it wasn't as good as the first one. It was entertaining, but jumps all around, tries to cram too much into the book (which is relatively long anyway) and parts were incomprehensible. What is the deal with Melissa's dad and his cheese thing? Is that whole section written so the reader is as confused as Melissa? Why was Jonathan always referring to a 'client' rather than being upfront with Melissa about who the clients were? Are New Yorkers really that uncaring about other people's feelings?

While the various parts of the story are resolved in the end, some themes grow up in the book that were not that enjoyable or believable. Jonathan becomes very controlling over Melissa, and especially what he wants her to do with the Agency. The ending is a little strange, though it ends positively.

Melissa's family is obnoxious and I would run screaming from them so fast, it would make your head spin.

Continuity errors: The author mentions Melissa driving her Subaru, but I thought she sold it in the first book? Perhaps I missed her buying it back? ( )

I am a great proponent of the smart girl's right to read trashy books; life is hard enough without having to struggle through Dostoevsky once you get home. Leave that to the 15-year-olds who think that it's going to impress anyone. A guilty pleasure, but at least it was a pleasure and, come to think of it, bollocks to feeling guilty about it. Like I said – life's tough, and sometimes all you want is fluff. And, yes, I know that was an unfortunate rhyme.

That said, if Honey doesn't figure out who she's actually in love with pretty damn quick, I shall leap into the pages and throttle her. ( )

This sequel pales beside the original. The main character, who so appealed in the first for her strength of character, presents – with 1½ middling exceptions – as a weak-kneed pushover of a doormat in this one. If only her character would grow between and in books! But, instead, she seems to be regressing into a morass of naïvetée and insecurity.

I wanted to like this sequel, I really did; but her transatlantic schizophrenia was just too infuriating. ( )