Cardboard chacters, stock situations and a remarkable lack of depth make this book a real standout, in all the wrong ways, from Crusie's other work. One example: the heroine's obligatory gay male best friend tells the hero to "take care of my girl" because she's so special. After two days. In fact, one day after the hero couldn't say no to sex with one of the most two-dimensional bimbettes in history. What kind of a best friend is that? And has either author ever been on a movie set??? Ohmygosh... a dreadful disappointment. (I'd give it no stars if Amazon had that option.)