It's easy to make assumptions about a media-hyped 'expose' of a world such as finance, especially one from a hot young lady: Mean boys, mistreated, misunderstood, how did I cope, look at me, etc etc. But put them all aside. What Thompson has written here is shocking more for its honesty than in the antics of her colleagues and clients (though they are also chronicled with affectionate regard for their absurdity). She puts no-one up to more scrutiny than herself, points no fingers and assigns no blame, and asks no-one for their sympathy. The language is sparklingly intelligent and pithy, yet easy to read and burn through in one sitting (even though it meant staying up all night). You find yourself laughing/snorting at passages which in reality are quite disturbing, and then you worry you shouldn't have found someone's tragedy so amusing, but when she writes like this there's no escape.