OH MY GOD. I've had that song stuck in my head for the last 24 hrs. And not the Adele version, but the effed-up-super-good-stupid version by the Glee cast. Kill me now.
As for the book. It was well written. Jill Shalvis never has a problem with her editing, etc. (Although in one spot she mentions her dad has taken her car and gets a ride home, but the next morning she has her car) But there was nothing new or exciting about this story. It was typical and predictable and just a feel good chic lit/ rom. About 1/4 way through I just started speed reading it so that it would be over.
If you want a fluffy and angst-free book this is for you. The cliches and normal pit falls are easily over looked because the author at least knows how to write. That's all I guess. A big fat whopping, "meh".