Can You Keep a Secret? » (Reprint)

With her winning, witty series of Shopaholic books, British author Sophie Kinsella (real name: Madeline Wickham) has created nothing less than a phenomenon. As Entertainment Weekly puts it, "[Kinsella] gives chick-lit lovers a reason to stay home from the mall."

With the same wicked humor, buoyant charm, and optimism that have made her Shopaholic novels beloved international bestsellers, Sophie Kinsella delivers a hilarious new novel.

Secrets from her mother: I lost my virginity in the spare bedroom while Mum and Dad were downstairs watching Ben-Hur. Sammy the goldfish in my parents' kitchen is not the same goldfish that Mum gave me to look after when she and Dad were in Egypt.

From her colleagues: When Artemis really annoys me, I feed her plant orange juice. (Which is pretty much every day.)

Secrets she wouldn't share with anyone in the world: My G-string is hurting me. I have no idea what NATO stands for. Or even what it is.

Until she spills them all to a handsome stranger on a plane. At least, she thought he was a stranger. But come Monday morning, Emma's office is abuzz about the arrival the company's elusive CEO. Suddenly Emma is face-to-face with the stranger from the plane.

The Washington Post

… Kinsella succeeds on her own terms: Her dialogue is sharp, even her minor characters are well drawn, and her parody of the marketing world is very funny. — Susan Coll