I think this book is something like "13 Going on 30" meets "The Devil Wears Prada", but doesn't nearly live up to either of those. It has some fun moments and while I can relate on some level to this character (my former self, 20 years ago)--for the most part the main character was extremely unsympathetic, stupid, and self-serving to the point that I almost couldn't finish the book. I was fine, but turned a corner when she agreed to go on a date with her flatmate's cousin. At that point, I was totally alienated. This character is a combination of George Costanza from Sienfeld (only George isn't as selfish) and Homer Simpson (except that Homer is less of a fraud) wearing designer clothes. How lucky this author is to have this made into a film--I am sure it will be very lucrative for her, which was likely her goal from the beginning since this book had no point whatsoever.