
Usually known for her brashness of sexual exploits and adventures in love and dating, Bushnell fell flat in this one. The writing is witty but the characters and their particular stories feel old and tired- not entertaining and mischievous like those found in Sex and The City (and my absolute favorite, Lipstick Jungle). I found myself dragging in the first few pages reading about a former model, who is essentially a prostitute with no self worth, and knew that the rest of the book wasn’t looking so hot- and I was right. I guess maybe I went into the book with high expectations because I have always been such a big fan of Bushnell, but this book was missing everything that makes her the phenomenal writer that she is.
[Rating: 3/5]