Finola Hughes

Between the narrator's odd fascination with her pubic hair and the insistent name-dropping that occurred in the first couple of chapters, I almost pulled the plug on this book; I am glad that I didn't.

While it may not reach the heights of classic literature, it is nonetheless a fun romp, especially if you've ever watched a daytime soap. The writing flows without any awkwardness beyond that mentioned above.

Kate McPhee seems to know her stuff when it comes to acting. Her love life is "non-plussed." How could a man move in the night they meet and never mention his digs? How could he leave her with his 4 dogs and never get in touch again? How could she even toy with the idea of making love with her makeup artist's husband after she was so devastated when her boyfriend was caught in bed with her best friend. That was nauseating. I am glad she didn't go through with it. Her director seemed to be show more the biggest jerk in the business, but she knew what people wanted to see. show less

Not a great book but a cute chicklit.