This was an easy book to read, by which I do not mean that it was good. While surgical breast augmentation has become a big part of our culture, there is very little in common narrative about what the person having it done thinks and feels. So it was interesting to have a story try to address that.

However, it went the way of a lot of average chicklit - oversimplify the issue, rags-to-riches emotionally speaking with a man as the primary driver for this. It even had the stock tropes of the genre - poor body image, bad relationship with mother, dead-end job, best friend who is slightly superior in some way but only slightly. Throw in a gay best friend and too much drinking and you'd have a Bridget Jones-meets-Shopaholic story right out of the early noughties. The climax was too abrupt, the happily-ever-after too conveniently resolved. Not satisfying for something this unusual and deep.

I would have liked to see the issue tackled better. It's really not enough to have a great subject and then take the easy way out with standard tropes.