I am so sick of books about teenage girls waking up in a different body from their own. It seems like they are everywhere. So it's a testament to my belief in Meg Cabot's ability to pull anything off that I kept reading when I realized that that was the direction in which this book was heading. And I actually finished, so props to Ms. Cabot for that. Em is slightly less ditzy and over-the-top emotional than the typical Cabot heroine, which I appreciated. Generally, the book is typical Meg Cabot--the cotton candy of the literary world. If you like her other books, you'll like this, and if you don't like her other books, you won't like it.