I absolutely loved this book! Elizabeth Miller graduated summa cum laude from Georgetown University with a degree in economics and political science. Unable to find a job in Washington, DC, she ends up in Hollywood as a second assistant at the Agency, an agency for actors and movie stars.
To say she experiences culture shock is an understatement! She starts out hating LA, the men in LA, her job, and her coworkers. Luke, the guy she has a crush on, has a sexy French girlfriend.
To find out how she manages to overcome these obstacles, read the book.
Kt S. reviewed The Second Assistant : A Tale from the Bottom of the Hollywood Ladder on
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Another tale abaout a beleagured employee being forced to do menial jobs.
Witty and fun, but not as smooth a read as The Nanny Diaries, and not as delicious and hilarious as The Devil Wears Prada. A good beach read.
Similar taste and style to The Nanny Diaries and Confessions of a Shopaholic. Not too syrupy with romance, not too victim-y with the put-upon underling, not too I-am-woman-hear-me-roar with the feminism. A good balance of mistakes, fish out of water, working your way to the top, doing nice things, doing mean things, having friends, having enemies, having a crazy boss, dealing with your family, lots of things that single women can relate to. I'm well out of this phase in my life but I still enjoyed the book. In fact, if I was in my 20's, I probably wouldn't like the book at all, because I'd be too busy living the things in it - crazy parties, avoiding the wrong guys, dealing with friends and their problems, conflicts with family views on what I should be doing with my life, and so on and on. It's only having the benefit of time and distance and perspective that I think helps me like stories like this of someone else finding their way. Oh, and if you read this, stop after this book and don't bother reading the second book, "The First Assistant". It isn't as good as this book.
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. Hare (who was once a Hollywood executive herself) and Naylor throw in a dreamy guy and a few plot twists that most readers could see coming from space, stir, and serve. Of course, a little frivolity is not a bad thing, and The Second Assistant is certainly an entertaining addition the new underling subgenre of modern fiction.