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#1 New York Times bestselling author Sophie Kinsella returns with her trademark blend of sparkling wit and playful romance in this page-turning story of a wedding to remember—and a honeymoon to forget.
Lottie just knows that her boyfriend is going to propose, but then his big question involves a trip abroad—not a trip down the aisle. Completely crushed, Lottie reconnects with an old flame, and they decide to take drastic action. No dates, no moving in together, they’ll just get married . . . right now. Her sister, Fliss, thinks Lottie is making a terrible mistake, and will do anything to stop her. But Lottie is determined to say “I do,” for better, or for worse.

Praise for Wedding Night
“Sophie Kinsella is beloved by millions—her books are properly mood-altering. Wedding Night is funny, fast, and farcical. I loved it.”—JoJo Moyes, bestselling author of Me Before You

“[A] fun novel that’s as light and bubbly as a glass of wedding champagne.”USA Today
“Filled with laugh-out-loud moments, this is Sophie Kinsella at her wittiest. . . . An engrossing novel.”Bookreporter
“You won’t be able to stop reading. . . . The narrative gallops along with humorous scenes and great one-liners.”The Daily Mail
“A fast-paced, hilarious comedy [with] a charming cast of characters.”—Kirkus Reviews

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101912607
Publisher: Penguin Random House Audio Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/10/2015
Edition description: Unabridged
Sales rank: 722,104
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 5.90(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Sophie Kinsella is the author of the bestselling Shopaholic series, as well as the novels Can You Keep A Secret?, The Undomestic Goddess, Remember Me?, Twenties Girl, I’ve Got Your Number, and Wedding Night. She lives in England.


London, England

Date of Birth:

December 12, 1969

Place of Birth:

London, England


B.A. in Politics, Philosophy and Economics, Oxford University, 1990; M.Mus., King's College, London, 1992

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Twenty Days Earlier



I’ve bought him an engagement ring. Was that a mistake?

I mean, it’s not a girly ring. It’s a plain band with a tiny diamond in it, which the guy in the shop talked me into. If Richard doesn’t like the diamond, he can always turn it round.

Or not wear it at all. Keep it on his nightstand or in a box or whatever.

Or I could take it back and never mention it. Actually, I’m losing confidence in this ring by the minute, but I just felt bad that he wouldn’t have anything. Men don’t get the greatest deal out of a proposal. They have to set up the occasion, they have to get down on one knee, they have to ask the question, and they have to buy a ring. And what do we have to do? Say “yes.”

Or “no,” obviously.

I wonder what proportion of marriage proposals end in a “yes” and what proportion end in a “no”? I open my mouth automatically to share this thought with Richard—then hastily close it again. Idiot.

“Sorry?” Richard glances up.

“Nothing!” I beam. “Just . . . great menu!”

I wonder if he’s bought a ring already. I don’t mind, either way. On the one hand, it’s fabulously romantic if he has. On the other hand, it’s fabulously romantic to choose one together.

It’s a win-win.

I sip my water and smile lovingly at Richard. We’re sitting at a corner table overlooking the river. It’s a new restaurant on the Strand, just up from the Savoy. All black-and-white marble and vintage chandeliers and button-back chairs in pale gray. It’s elegant but not showy. The perfect place for a lunchtime proposal. I’m wearing an understated bride-to-be white shirt, a print skirt, and have splashed out on stay-up stockings, just in case we decide to cement the engagement later on. I’ve never worn stay-up stockings before. But, then, I’ve never been proposed to before.

Ooh, maybe he’s booked a room at the Savoy.

No. Richard’s not flash like that. He’d never make a ridiculous, out-of-proportion gesture. Nice lunch, yes; overpriced hotel room, no. Which I respect.

He’s looking nervous. He’s fiddling with his cuffs and checking his phone and swirling the water round in his glass. As he sees me watching him, he smiles too.



It’s as though we’re speaking in code, skirting around the real issue. I fiddle with my napkin and adjust my chair. This waiting is unbearable. Why doesn’t he get it over with?

No, I don’t mean “get it over with.” Of course I don’t. It’s not a vaccination. It’s . . . Well, what is it? It’s a beginning. A first step. The pair of us embarking on a great adventure together. Because we want to take on life as a team. Because we can’t think of anyone else we’d rather share that journey with. Because I love him and he loves me.

I’m getting misty-eyed already. This is hopeless. I’ve been like this for days, ever since I realized what he was driving at.

He’s quite heavy-handed, Richard. I mean, in a good, lovable way. He’s direct and to the point and doesn’t play games. (Thank God.) Nor does he land massive surprises on you out of the blue. On my last birthday, he hinted for ages that his present was going to be a surprise trip, which was ideal because I knew to get down my overnight bag and pack a few things.

Although, in the end, he did catch me out, because it wasn’t a weekend away, as I’d predicted. It was a train ticket to Stroud, which he had biked to my desk with no warning, on my midweek birthday. It turned out he’d secretly arranged with my boss for me to have two days off, and when I finally arrived at Stroud, a car whisked me to the most adorable Cotswold cottage, where he was waiting with a fire burning and a sheepskin rug laid out in front of the flames. (Mmm. Let’s just say that sex in front of a roaring fire is the best thing ever. Except when that stupid spark flew out and burned my thigh. But never mind. Tiny detail.)

So this time, when he began dropping hints, again they weren’t exactly subtle indications. They were more like massive signposts plonked in the road: I will be proposing to you soon. First he set up this date and called it a “special lunch.” Then he referred to a “big question” he had to ask me and half winked (to which I feigned ignorance, of course). Then he started teasing me by asking if I like his surname, Finch. (As it happens, I do like it. I don’t mean I won’t miss being Lottie Graveney, but I’ll be very happy to be Mrs. Lottie Finch.)

I almost wish he’d been more roundabout and this was going to be more of a surprise. But, there again, at least I knew to get a manicure.

“So, Lottie, have you decided yet?” Richard looks up at me with that warm smile of his, and my stomach swoops. Just for an instant I thought he was being super-clever and that was his proposal.

“Um . . .” I look down to hide my confusion.

Of course the answer will be “yes.” A big, joyful “yes.” I can still hardly believe we’ve arrived at this place. Marriage. I mean, marriage! In the three years Richard and I have been together, I’ve deliberately avoided the question of marriage, commitment, and all associated subjects (children, houses, sofas, herbs in pots). We sort of live together at his place, but I still have my own flat. We’re a couple, but at Christmas we go home to our own families. We’re in that place.

After about a year, I knew we were good together. I knew I loved him. I’d seen him at his best (the surprise birthday trip, tied with the time I drove over his foot by mistake and he didn’t shout at me) and his worst (obstinately refusing to ask for directions, all the way to Norfolk, with broken sat nav. It took six hours). And I still wanted to be with him. I got him. He’s not the show-offy kind, Richard. He’s measured and deliberate. Sometimes you think he’s not even listening—but then he’ll come to life so suddenly, you realize he was alert the whole time. Like a lion, half asleep under the tree but ready for the kill. Whereas I’m a bit more of a gazelle, leaping around. We complement each other. It’s Nature.

(Not in a food-chain sense, obviously. In a metaphorical sense.)

So I knew, after a year, he was The One. But I also knew what would happen if I put a foot wrong. In my experience, the word “marriage” is like an enzyme. It causes all kinds of reactions in a relationship, mostly of the breaking-down kind.

Look at what happened with Jamie, my first long-term boyfriend. We’d been happily together for four years and I just happened to mention that my parents got married at the same age we were (twenty-six and twenty-three). That was it. One mention. Whereupon he freaked out and said we had to take “a break.” A break from what? Until that moment we’d been fine. So clearly what he needed a break from was the risk of hearing the word “marriage” again. Clearly this was such a major worry that he couldn’t even face seeing me, for fear that my mouth might start to form the word again.

Before the “break” was over, he was with that red-haired girl. I didn’t mind, because by then I’d met Seamus. Seamus, with his sexy Irish lilting voice. And I don’t even know what went wrong with him. We were besotted for about a year—crazy all-night-sex nothing-else-in-life-matters besotted—until all of a sudden we were arguing every night instead. We went from exhilarating to exhausting in about twenty-four hours. It was toxic. Too many state-of-the-nation summits about “Where are we heading?” and “What do we want from this relationship?” and it wore us both out. We limped on for another year, and when I look back, it’s as though that second year is a big black miserable blot in my life.

Then there was Julian. That lasted two years too, but it never really took. It was like a skeleton of a relationship. I suppose both of us were working far too hard. I’d recently moved to Blay Pharmaceuticals and was traveling all over the country. He was trying to get partnership at his accountancy firm. I’m not sure we ever even broke up properly—we just drifted apart. We meet up occasionally, as friends, and it’s the same for both of us—we’re not quite sure where it all went wrong. He even asked me out on a date a year or so ago, but I had to tell him I was with someone now and really happy. And that was Richard. The guy I really do love. The guy sitting opposite me with a ring in his pocket (maybe).

Richard is definitely better-looking than any of my other boyfriends. (Maybe I’m biased, but I think he’s gorgeous.) He works hard as a media analyst, but he’s not obsessed. He’s not as rich as Julian, but who cares? He’s energetic and funny and has an uproarious laugh that makes my spirits lift, whatever mood I’m in. He calls me “Daisy,” ever since we went on a picnic where I made him a daisy chain. He can lose his temper with people—but that’s OK. No one’s perfect. When I look back over our relationship, I don’t see a black blot, like with Seamus, or a blank space, like with Julian. I see a cheesy music video. A montage, with blue skies and smiles. Happy times. Closeness. Laughter.

And now we’re getting to the climax of the montage. The bit where he kneels down, takes a deep breath . . .

I’m feeling so nervous for him. I want this to go beautifully. I want to be able to tell our children that I fell in love with their father all over again, the day he proposed.

Our children. Our home. Our life.

As I let my mind roll around the images, I feel a release inside me. I’m ready for this. I’m thirty-three years old and I’m ready. All my grown-up life, I’ve steered away from the subject of marriage. My friends are the same. It’s as though there’s been a crime-scene cordon around the whole area: no entry. You just don’t go there, because if you do, you’ve jinxed it and your boyfriend chucks you.

But now there’s nothing to jinx. I can feel the love flowing between us, over the table. I want to grab Richard’s hands. I want to envelop him in my arms. He is such a wonderful, wonderful man. I’m so lucky. In forty years when we’re both wrinkled and gray, perhaps we’ll walk up the Strand hand in hand and remember today and thank God we found each other. I mean, what were the chances, in this teeming world of strangers? Love is so random. So random. It’s a miracle, really. . . .

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Wedding Night: A Novel 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 155 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a little different because it had two POV which I think helped with the character development. I just fall into her books and dont stop until the stories over!
mysterygirlSC More than 1 year ago
Typical Kinsella book, fun read got what I expected. Am I the only one who tags inappropriate "reviews"???? I wonder why Barnes and Noble doesn't remove them after they are flagged and do something about banning these people from posting? I have gotten so I hate to go to the reviews on books because it seems there are always these weirdo's posting stuff that has nothing to do with the book. Maybe if those of us who are fed up with this wrote or called someone in charge we could get them eliminated.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a super fun book to read.. written well, and keeps you reading long into the night (literally it was a case of "one more chapter" until 3 am last night). Completely worth buying!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've read all of the books authored by SK and was disappointed by this one.  While the 2 POVs added an unexpected element; I felt the Lottie storyline was too predictable and Lottie ended up being a little too irritating for me.  Really; she gets married without a 2nd thought?  I always like all of SK's heroines and did like Fliss but not so with Lottie.  Also, while there were some funny moments; in past books there has been more comedy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is NOT a chat room!! Right now there are 18 "reviews" for this book right? Nope!!! There is only ONE! Go somewhere else if you want a hook-up or whatever! PLEASE!! And to whoever asked if this book is ok for an 11 yr. old the answer is NO. This book is meant to be read and enjoyed by adults and older teens. There are tons of books that are intended for pre-teens available on NOOK. I'm sure that this is another stellar example of the wonderful stoytelling I've come to expect from this author, hence the 4 stars. Keep it to reveiws people.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the author, but i was dissappointed with this book. I couldn't stand either Ben or Richard, or Lottie or Fliss for that matter. The book was funny and there were poignant moments, but I really did not care for this one. I hope the next will have more redeeming characters and a better plot.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Some of the other reviews led me to believe I wouldn't like this book nearly as much as Sophie Kinsella's other's and I have to completely disagree with them. I wasn't that crazy about Shopaholic and Twenty's Girl but I love Can you Keep a Secret, I've Got Your Number and Undomestic Goddess. This novel was just as great as those! I found myself laughing out loud much more than I usually do with Sophie Kinsella's novels and I loved that the ending wasn't predictable. I would definitely recommend it!  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am a huge fan of Sophie Kiinsella. I eagerly look forward to each of her new books, preordering them as soon as possible. I love her quirky characters and funny stories. This one, however, is definitely not her best work. I wanted to love it, but ended up just wanting it to be over. The characters were flat and the plot was like a bad sit com. If you are a die-hard fan, then this is a must read even if it's not her best. If you are new to Sophie Kinsella, start with one of her other books.
mk_911 More than 1 year ago
First and last read by this author...I have seen so much hype about it so I thought, why not? I will tell you why not-Lottie was so flaky it was irritating, Fliss was the cliché bitter divorcee, and there was NO chemistry build up with Richard or Ben! Did I mention loose ends so quickly tied at the very end? I love a good romantic comedy but the plot twists in this one were so far fetched that I really regretted the money I forked over for this one! Will not be signing on as a member of Kinsella's fan club any time soon!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This one did not live up to expectations. I've read all of Sophie Kinsella's books, but this  book feels like it was written by someone else. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lovely book! I love they Sophie Kinsella writes. She is the best at telling a story with humor
LucilleJo More than 1 year ago
The story line was easy enough to keep me reading. It was funny but sometimes almost forced. It makes me long to revisit the shopaholic series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was hooked on Kinsellas Shopaholic series, and loved her other books. This ine started very very slowly. It took over 100 pages to really pick up. Also the characters were too empty. It wasnt really funny. & the focus on sex was too much. Too bad i wasted time and money on this. I wont be rereadibg this one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Usually love her books, but this fell sort of flat. A bit funny in spots, but couldn't find the sisters endearing and so I never warmed up to them. I plodded through, and even though her books are usually enjoyably predictible, this just became boring.
CrazyAboutRomance More than 1 year ago
An excellent read. Ms. Kinsella does not disappoint. It was fast moving and  funny. I felt like I was watching a very entertaining romantic comedy. Fliss and Lottie are equally endearing.  Some of the other reviews were discouraging, so I was delighted that this was just as fun and engaging as any of her other titles. I loved it.  Read in two days.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love Sophie's books because they are fun to read. I forget how funny her books are until I read them.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Quirky characters with a fun story, easy to read. Perfect Summer Beach Reading.
Bookwoorm More than 1 year ago
Light, simple and quite hilarious... got me laughing through a rainy day. I wish I had a stockpile of Kinsella's work..
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Always a Sophie Kinsella fan. Book was predictable, as usual, but overall great read. 
majibookshelf More than 1 year ago
Wedding Night is another fabulous addition to Sophie Kinsella's chick lit novels. Before I start this review I just have to point out that I am a huge fan of Sophie Kinsella. She was the one that helped me through my high school years, by her ever hilarious books, from the Shopaholic series, Can You Keep a Secret? to Remember Me? Of course even her recent releases have become some of my favorite chick lits, specifically I've Got Your Number which I actually reviewed on this blog last year. You can imagine how excited I was to find out she has a new novel with her trademark protagonist and a laughter inducing plot. I can tell a Sophie Kinsella female protagonist a mile away. There is this unique trait I find in every one, they are british of course, always are the center of the most embarrassing situations but are still so endearing and very likable. Half of the time I tend to always yell "oh no! can't you see this is a DISASTROUS idea?" I mean if you haven't read her books, I'm pretty sure you at least watched the Shopaholic movie, so you must know what I mean. Back to Wedding Night. What is different about this book is that it is actually told from two POVs, something Sophie Kinsella has never done before. I was, to be honest, a bit wary, especially since the second POV belongs to the main protagonist's older sister. I even started reading it back in february but stopped after 40 pages, excitement deflated and actually surrendering a little bit that I might actually end up not liking a Sophie Kinsella book.. something that is still unheard of. However when I picked it up again in March, I must say that I got sucked in after the initial slow start. What was funny is that in the end I enjoyed the POV of the older sister, Fliss, way more than the main protagonist, Lottie. Fliss was the level headed one of the two. Lottie got swept up in the unrealistic romance, getting proposed by a guy she hasn't seen for 15 years. The guy she had a romantic couple of weeks with in Ikonos, a greek island back when she was 18. Fliss tried warning her, and even started creating elaborate schemes to try and stop this sudden and crazy marriage. By this time I was more interested in Fliss and the sudden appearance of Lorcan, Ben's old friend. Lottie and Ben's relationship felt too rushed (obviously! Being married like that). Fliss on the other hand... I have to say Lorcan is the type of guy I crave for in Kinsella's books. The brooding, director of a big shot company with the 10 thousand dollar suits and serious, don't mess with me, face. He reminds me of both men from I've Got Your Number and Shopaholic, but is still his own man. He was a character I wanted to know more about and actually got to do just that. Fliss and Lorcan's scenes, especially with Richard, Lottie's ex-boyfriend, and Fliss's young son, Noah, who starts telling the most convoluted lies to people, such as him getting heart surgery among others that crack any readers up. This wouldn't be a Sophie Kinsella novel without the fun and hilarious banter as well as the awkward and embarrassing situations. Fliss trying to keep Lottie and Ben from cashing in on their wedding night as well as trying to teach Noah that it is wrong to tell lies like that, especially when they come back and bite Fliss back in the butt. As for the writing, it was superb, I didn't expect any less from Sophie Kinsella. The ending was actually quite surprising but refreshing. That is what I like about Sophie Kinsella, she takes overused chick lit plots and transforms them into original and fantastic plots. Now I must say I am a bit bummed out and the reason is because I have to wait another full year for the next novel by Sophie Kinsella. I might pick up some of her previous ones to pass the time. I seriously recommend Wedding Night to chick lit lovers as well as YA novel readers who want to branch out their usual reading genres. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was like a chick flick in a book. It was cute, funny and an easy read.
fishJD More than 1 year ago
I'm a big fan of Sophie Kinsella so I made sure I ordered this ebook. It was a quick read with a lot of enjoyable twists. If you want to read something fun and entertaining, this is it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'll start by saying that I do so love Sophie Kinsella's other books. This book was not my favorite. The humor was a bit forced, and the plot bordered on ridiculous at times. This is not to say that I regret having read it- it was still entertaining. If I like a certain author, I always read every book they come out with. While I was a bit disappointed in comparison to her other books, I still love this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
light weight but entertaining
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a fun read!