Dang it, Sophie Kinsella! You’ve got me again with another incredibly hilarious and also very well-written novel! Haha, just kidding, I love you Sophie, but seriously this book was so much fun to read. I’ve Got Your Number about this young woman named Poppy Wyatt who is engaged to this academic named Magnus, and frankly, Magnus’ family doesn’t like Poppy much just because she’s not an academic like they are. However, things change when Poppy cannot find her ring and has the staff at the hotel she is at look everywhere for the ring. Even worse, a random guy steals her phone while she’s on the street figuring out how to best tell her friends and fiancee that the ring is gone, but lucky for Poppy, the personal assistant of a consulting company threw her phone in the trash bin. Finders keepers. So Poppy takes the phone and uses it to contact her friends and fiancee, but before she knows it, she is getting email after email from a random guy named Sam. Turns out that this is the consulting company’s phone, and all of Sam’s business emails go in that phone. At first, Sam doesn’t of course want Poppy to keep the phone because it’s the company’s phone, but after she does him a favor (by stalling this Japanese businessman who Sam is supposed to meet with a hilarious rendition of “Single Ladies”) he reluctantly lets her keep the phone. Poppy gains access to all of his business email threads, and when she sees that he doesn’t respond to most of the emails his colleagues send him, she writes everyone these super nice emails and signs them under Sam’s name. This lands Sam in a lot of trouble because he goes to the business meeting unprepared for people at work thanking him for doing things he never actually did for them. Poppy’s assumptions about Sam land her in even bigger trouble when she reads the emails from Willow, who she thinks is his girlfriend (spoiler: she’s his ex). But when Sam’s friend is caught up in a business scandal and Sam inadvertently becomes involved in it, it’s up to Poppy to help get him out of this sticky mess. In the process, the two learn more about each other than they thought they’d need to know, and Poppy learns that she’s more capable of being assertive than she thinks she is. Sam encourages her to go after what she wants, and Poppy realizes that she and Magnus really aren’t all that compatible with one another and their marriage would be very difficult. She also realizes that she cannot please everyone in his family and that she wouldn’t be happy being married to a man who is, in reality, a commitment-phobe in just about everything (jobs, relationships) and is just marrying Poppy so he can prove to his parents that he can stay committed to something, while he has so many other women lined up to be his wife.
Of course, this wouldn’t be wise in reality. Honestly, with all the surveillance and debate around privacy rights, this book, while a comedy, had a slightly disturbing undertone to it. It’s why you need to erase any kind of personal data on your computer’s hard drive before giving it away or recycling it, because if someone accesses your data, it’s not so fun when someone is stalking you because they know your information from your computer. But of course, if the situation was desperate, I’m sure I would have done what Poppy did (of course, it wouldn’t be the right thing, but it would have saved my friends a ton of stress). I remember one time I was texting and walking down the stairs, and because I wasn’t paying attention and was in a rush, I fell down the stairs and my phone went crashing down with me. It hit the hardwood floor of the office where I was supposed to turn in my key (for the dorm I stayed in during a summer program) and I found myself without a phone. I cried all through the flight because I couldn’t contact my closest friends to let them know I was alive and well and was on the flight back home. I also couldn’t check the time when my flight boarded, so much to the dismay of the woman checking everyone’s boarding pass before they boarded, I was so caught up in my sadness about dropping my phone, and so busy calling myself every demeaning term in the book for dropping it, that I didn’t realize everyone had boarded until the lady was telling me, rightfully upset, that the flight was going to leave without me. Of course, I could have averted the situation completely by not texting until I had gotten down the stairs, but you live and learn, right? I also learned to back up my phone in case I did something like that again (which probably won’t happen, after I remember to this day the pain and agony on my friends’ faces when I told them I couldn’t answer their calls and texts because I dropped my phone and broke it.
Overall, excellent novel; Poppy and Sam make an incredible duo; I seriously hope they make a movie out of the book! 🙂
I’ve Got Your Number: A Novel. Sophie Kinsella. 435 pp.