The only thing vaguely interesting about this book is that it takes place around beautiful and famous people. The main character, Victor Ward, is a thoroughly dislikable semi-famous moron. There is no story for three hundred pages and then an idiotic one--supermodels as terrorists. I kept hoping it was a spoof.Ellis tries to pull some little tricks like fading in and out of a movie shoot and mixing up the chapter numbers and 'inserting' some lead-handed symbolism like cold and confetti all over the place. I was embarresed for him.