A novel like a candy wrapper: easy to read, forgettable, and ultimately disposable. The romance and predictable ending were nice, but the book suffers for its lack of depth. The novel is probably 70% dialogue, and its setting's claim on 1999 is made through the constant noise of popular culture references. If you change those references, you could have book set during any random period within the last thirty years. In short, it seems like Attachments took as much effort to write as it did to read: minimal.