Mostly this was an okay read. The premise was fun (what drew me to the book) and that part of the story was a fun, interesting one.
I failed to connect with the characters, though. I almost questioned if author "Stacey" was male or female because of some character oddities. Read a little like maybe some real life friends or acquaintances were drawn in. Not into romance elements of this one at all.
Made me miss some earlier seasons of home improvement shows; had some elements that could have made for a great read (or at least a great beach read).
And part of that could be a generation or regional gap (for example, my personal circle of female friends aren't prone to discussing penises in detail or to making after midnight phone calls to take a break during sexcapades to describe the one currently in use).
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Opens with a walk of shame.
This is a random library find, chick lit drama, that sounds like a funny spoof of reality tv and fit my booklikes-opoly roll.
I miss BBC's Changing Rooms and the original seasons of TLC's Trading Spaces.
Having flashbacks to two outrageous to me episodes --
the Changing Rooms one where the designer made swinging, open shelves suspended from rope fastened only at ceiling but not secured to floor to hold homeiwner's prized rare teapot collection (teapots crashed of course) and several Hildi ones like the family who had several cats where she glued dark brown felt to the dining room walks (however would you avoid that attracting cat fur much less ever clean it?).