This was Laurie Graff's 1st book. This book was lacking in so many ways. It didnt make you laugh, the stories werent that great, the sex was sexless(but she had sex alot). In the begining the main character thinks about killing herself. Maybe she was trying to be funny. Nothing was funny, nothing. It seemed like the book was sad, gloomy and hopeless. You dont really know why any guy would think she was so great, she was an on again off again unemployed actress. I guess in the end she learned to love herself, but I had to slog through so much to get there, and I am not even sure that is what really happened, because there are sequels to this book. The one good thing is that the chapters were short and in a good way as stated by another reviewer. Look! There are better things to read out there. Life is too short to waste your time reading this.
Not your typical RDI novel. More like hen lit than chick lit as the main character is 45 in the present day. This story is told in a series of vignettes and flashbacks. Pretty good, but not exactly what I was expecting.