I worked in the "biz" as an assistant to a producer for approximately ten years. Comparing my experience with Lizzie's, I think she got off pretty easy. Plus she got a (single, straight) guy in the end. I had to fend off my (married) boss, (married) crew members, my boss trying to "set me up" with other (married) producers, etc. Thank goodness I had many friends outside of the business. This was an enjoyable read. It was easy, light, and I didn't have to think too much while reading. The only problem I had was with the "J" names - Jake Hudson and Jason Blum. At least they weren't Jake and Jack or Jackson and Jason. Again, enjoyed the trip back to my old life!
Amanda P. reviewed he Second Assistant (Lizzie Miller, Bk 1) on
Helpful Score: 3
This book was a bit slow, and seemed to be the author's way of namedropping more than anything else. It got better toward the last quarter of the book and Luke Lloyd is a nice character, but there is nothing about Lizzie, the main character, that makes you love her like some of the better chick lit books out there. Not horrible, but so many better books out there.
The heroine of this gossipy tale is Elizabeth Miller, a young, former campaign worker for a US congressman who finds herself between employment opportunities. Unable to obtain any more socially responsible work, Lizzie is lured into the job of second assistant to an executive at a glitzy Hollywood agency. Once there, she's hit with all the "pick-up my dry cleaning," "walk my dog," "hire strippers for my party" torment that the higher-ups can dish out. At first Elizabeth is isolated, out-of-place, and underdressed in her new world, but she makes friends, builds her wardrobe, and eventually grows to care for her menial job, her Ritalin-snorting boss, and the entertainment industry in general. Finally, she reaches the conclusion that thousands of other Californians have before her: what she really wants to do is produce. At times, Lizzie seems far too naïve to survive long in the shark-infested waters that the authors describe, but there can be only one kind of ending to such a light-hearted book, so we know she will somehow muddle through.
How Hollywood is more deceiving to even the low rungs on the ladder. Elizabeth Miller decides to give up politics in D.C. for the Hollywood dream. She soon discovers she really never left politics at all. This has ups and downs and curves. This makes it a very hard thing to put down, even when I know I should be doing other work.
Story about how a whip smart college girl has a life changing moment and moves to Hollywood to be a Talent Agent's assistant. Very fast paced, but rather whiny in tone. I enjoyed the story but not the characters.
Elizabeth Miller is an assistant's assistant for the hottest agent in Hollywood. "Lizzie is a survivor, and no Machiavellian assistant, lecherous producer, or power struggle at The Agency can douse her dreams of climbing the Hollywood ladder. But first she has to run down to the Coffee Bean for that triple espresso, or Scott is going to throw something . . ."
"Fantastically good fun; if there's a perfect beach read this summer, this is it." --Bookseller magazine
i read this straight through. Hiliarious.
The entertainment industry is obviously peopled by aliens from a like planet. thoroughly enjoyable from start to finish. the sundance film festival - the rules of survival - it's here. read it before you leave for L.A.
Cute chick lit! THe main character is a smarty pants who winds up working in a Hollywood talent agency. She, obviously, finds herself in a shallow career but nonetheless attempts to climb the ladder of success there.
A few spills on 3 pages. No political science degree could prepare Elizabeth Miller for her job as a second assistant at The Agency, whose clients include everyone you've never met---but you know who they're sleeping with. A former intern in Washington, Lizzie made a bid for a life change that landed her a job a world away, where ethics and First Amendement debates take a backseat to pleading the Fifth for Ritalin-snorting boss Scott. Wagner.