To begin with I wasn't sure what I thought about this book. It's true that I found this book surprisingly easy to read, despite the fact that Kathy Lette sometimes tries a little too hard to be funny and the metaphors are constantly a little too drawn out and rambling.
I realise this book is entirely fictional, but even so, there were a couple of things that strained against the bonds of even my reality. For example:
1. If you had a husband like Hugo McPhee you would, unequivocally, divorce him, no questions asked, no second thoughts, you just would, not opt for every type of plastic surgery under the sun to try and win him back;
2. If someone spoke to you like Lizzie McPhee's nemesis, Britney Armore, every other page should technically have been a flat out brawl with fists a-flying and murders abound. No one, no matter how down trodden, would put up with it. But apparently Lizzie does. I think the odd good argument between these two would have been amusing and uplifting for Lizzie's character.
BUT - as the story nears its conclusion (especially the scene where Lizzie's at work and has her moment of Enlightenment in front of the TV cameras), I found I was pleased to have persevered with it. I was a little disappointed with the ending because it was pretty obvious what was going to happen quite early on in the book. This book is chick lit, but as far as chick lit goes, it's worth a read if you're after something light hearted and easy.