This was an easy, fluffy book that made use of an elegant conceit to tell a basic but endearing story: A woman starts living each year of her life out of order, jumping into a different year's future or past body every New Year at midnight. Nothing ever gets too dire, because her mother knows about it and is always there for her, and her out-of-order time memory means she gets to make a killing on the stock market and horse-racing, so she never has any money problems or lacks for a person who can help her when it all gets to be a bit too much. So the thrust of the book is not about deaing with the Conceit, but rather dealing with all the Relationships and Family and Feelings and Coming of Age Issues that are made more complicated by the Conceit. The story would not have been the kind of thing I was interested in were it not for the conceit, but because of that structural quirk I was able to swallow what were, on the whole, a set of awfully trivial events, because I enjoyed seeing how the whole plot got fit together.

If you like books about women coming to terms with Relationships and Family and Feelings and Coming of Age Issues (I refuse to use the term 'chicklit', but that is, fundamentally, how marketers would characterize this), then this would be quite a good instantiation of that genre, made all the richer by its clever construction.