Hats off to City Girl for her ability to cash in on a situation, but life is really too short to spend on cliche-ridden, simplistic and poorly written books like this one. If you are looking for the narcissistic obsessions of a low ranking city worker with a chip on her shoulder, then this is the book for you. In later interviews the writer concedes that this is not all fact but is fictionalised in parts - I don't doubt that at all. We are, for example, led to believe that in a meeting at a large City fund manager, City Girl attends a meeting with five men and herself the only woman and she attributes the fact that no-one is offered any of the coffee sitting on the sideboard to the fact that all the men were of course waiting for her to get up and get the coffees. That level of self-absorption is genuinely unhealthy - being a (female) veteran of countless such meetings, I can assure readers that 99% of the time it's a testament to the manners of those around you, not their gender, when things like this happen. It is this sort of over simplified tosh that fills the book. I have seen many reviews here, seemingly by young women, looking to this book as a searing insight into City life. It is not. If it were well written but a poor account then I would happily have stretched to more than two stars, but poorly written, simplistic, exaggerated and self-obsessed? It was a struggle to rate it over one star.