First of all, I was very excited the day I borrowed this book from the library. I have been reading somewhat "heavy" books of late, and I was in the mood for something light and fluffy. I have a penchant for picking books by their cute covers. Well, I have been duped before, and I've been duped AGAIN!
On the cover is a luscious, beautiful, amazing cake. The title talks about cakes. Ok, I thought this was a no-brainer. This book was SOOO AWFUL and COMPLETELY NOT POSSIBLE. PLUS NO CAKES.
Here's the rundown. The main character, Liz, is a divorced mother of teenage twins who owns a bakery. Her ex-husband is married to a dingbat woman who owns a tanning business. This Liz woman picks up a hot man at a hotel bar during a wedding, and OH he just happens to be a Nabisco food scout! Boom, let's have tantric sex! Then the ex-husband dies, and Liz is sole inheritor of his will- oh and he owns a $13 million dollar advertising company! Sure, that happens! Then Liz and the ex-wife dingbat have to share ownership of this advertising agency. Oh, and then Liz gets proposed to from a guy she barely knows. Oh, and then later Liz's mom is accused of seducing one of the daughter's boyfriends. Oh and the dingbat ends up at a total off off off Broadway play with the Nabisco man where the main character and her whole family are. I know I'm skipping plenty, but COME ON.
Yeah, does this look far fetched? BECAUSE IT IS. I have had a coincidental life, but this is just ridiculous. This was terribly written, unhinged, and the flow was wretched.