Take out the very superficial puzzlement about identity that one character *almost* has, and this is a very tired, very cliche, very poorly written book about two people falling for one another in the most boring ways possible.
I’m not a total grump. I like some chick lit. Here’s proof! I like Liane Moriarty’s chick lit.
A bait and switch speculative fiction chick-lit book that was a total bummer.
The trope in fiction where someone who can’t remember their life or whose memories have been wiped or something along those lines… is a very appealing trope to me. I find it fascinating.