The plot of Blank Slate Kate – a thirty-something woman wakes up naked in a strange bed and can’t remember the last fifteen years- could have been filled with predictability and cliches. Could have been. But wasn’t.

Of course there’s the husband that Kate doesn’t remember. But Heather Wardell gives “Kate” a number of options. She doesn’t send Kate immediately back into the arms of her husband, nor into the arms of a potential lover.

Instead, she lets Kate find herself naturally, revealing the stress that leads to Kate’s depression and memory loss in bits and pieces. And it is totally something I didn’t see coming, which you know I love.

Wardell’s trademark is to give us likeable heroines with whom we identify. They are women we either wouldn’t mind being, or would want to be friends with.   With Kate, Heather strikes just the right balance of Kate wanting to discover the things that comprised her pre-amnesia life with the desire to be true to herself as Kate, whomever she might be.

I haven’t read a book from Heather Wardell yet that I didn’t like. Blank Slate Kate doesn’t disappoint. It kept me turning pages and reading, because I wanted to know what happened next.

If you’re a chick lit fan, and you haven’t checked out Heather Wardell yet, go do it. Now.  I thoroughly enjoyed Blank Slate Kate and it is my selection for my February ChickLitPlus  Challenge read.