Title: STINKS ON ICE
Product review: This book is the weakest incarnation yet of the currently popular "hip girl, lives in NYC, works in publishing, seeks husband" genre. The heroine's self-loathing is only topped by the hatred she feels toward all other women, or at least those she considers competition. And the worst is, it's not even CLEVER bitchiness. I was rooting for the cheating ex-boyfriend by page 50, I'd drop this ... for the nearest cocktail waitress too. For good writing on similar topic, try Jennifer Weiner's "Good in Bed"...as far as this book - I left my copy in the dumpster at LAX, I didn't want to inflict this unpleasantly amateur effort on another unsuspecting reader
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