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Pink phone – Amy: A gorgeous lesbian who exudes sex, writes an agony column, and genuinely thinks the world revolves around her. Amy might complain about Kathryn’s straight-laced mother, who actually does not exist, but she’s got a few ‘Cheets’ of her own.

Blue phone – Joel: A lovely, dark skinned almost-man, Joel’s rather sweet…though he’s better at cuddling then sex. And he lives in a flat that his mother decorated. With flowery wallpaper. Joel goes thru a bit of a metamorphosis…and it appears his baby face features may get him a bit more then he bargained for.

Yellow phone – Stef: Stef (Steven) is a wanna-be con artist with a few thousand Furbies. Remember Furbies? He lives with 2 roommates who are just as sleazy as he would like to be…though they have a street accent he cannot quite fake – since he’s really a closet prep school kinda guy.

Green phone – Richard (and Dotty): Richard’s the textbook single dad…he and Dotty live alone in the home painted orange by Dotty’s mother…who ran away as soon as the child was weaned. Richard thinks he wants to marry Kathryn and make an honest woman of her…but what if Dotty’s mother shows up?

Red phone – Johnny: A recovering punk rocker, Johnny’s got issues – with the bottle. And with himself. And with just about everything. But when he decks Kathryn…will she stick around?

The unimplemented, aka non-existent, Purple phone: Kat considered getting a new phone for her newest addition, Craig. Who’s a compulsive liar and really gives her a run for her money. He’s the one she begins to run to when the other phones only have bad news to report.

I found Cheet to be a mostly amusing tale of Kat/Kathryn/Kitty’s adventures. She’s a cab driver and fitness fanatic who, for some reason, thinks that instead of having one semi-decent life, she needs 4 or 5 pretty crappy ones. When the phones start taking their toll…and Craig starts being more then just a number, Kat begins to wonder…

Occasionally, the London slang got the better of me…and I became slightly annoyed with a common term of endearment, (Petal) but I soon found myself skimming right along.

To be honest…while I really did enjoy this book there was just too much confusion. Aside from Kat’s own personal dilemmas and painful upbringing, we must try to remember who’s who…and when…and what color phone they are. Keeping track of each phone’s life was like watching 6 different soap operas at once. I hate soap operas.

Still, Ms. Davis has a style all her own…great character development despite all the madness, fabulous picture painting and an attitude that is smart-ass, yet somehow endearing.

Give Cheet a chance…if nothing else it will convince you to stick with one lover at a time. (Or maybe 2…)