The protagonist is a slim, rich, pretty publicist to some of Hollywood’s biggest stars. She has a great house, a handsome doctor husband--the perfect life, right? Of course not. I found this book a little tiring and hard to read. The premise isn’t original at all, which, fine, but then I had a hard time rooting for her, either. Which made me wonder if that’s internalized misogyny, because does the woman always have to be likeable? But it’s more than that; I found her so self-absorbed as to be kind of boring. The book resolves with some good lessons and humor, so I didn’t consider it a waste of time, but I will probably forget about it fairly soon.