The Woman Who Stole My Life

I was very afraid of not enjoying this book, and at about 100 pages read, it seemed sadly likely: characters were annoying or unidimensional, storyline was dramatic, and I couldn't foresee redemption - nor understand what kind of book it was.
Then as the story progressed, some things were confirmed - the fact Ryan was a spineless s.o.b., Gilda was a horrible conniving cow, Karen was a bulldozer, but she was right about Jeffrey deserving a good clout... but, on top of it all, that Mannix indeed was the freaking perfect man. A tad too much, actually. A smart, caring, handsome doctor who never does anything wrong and loves imperfect Stella to the end... but it was impossible not to fall for him.
All in all, I'd rather have it shorter - chick lits don't have to be this long - and fewer, albeit more deeply explored characters. Even Stella was a tad blurry for me: clueless, truly good, the balance is unclear . But it was still good, old Marian Keyes. Mostly.