The cover blurb says "flawless writer." Correction: Benedict tries -- too hard -- to create an "acerbic" character by having her drop celebrity names and have a profession that's too cool for words. Too People Magazine for me. I get the idea -- I've been a divorcee in love with her own fantasy singlehood, too -- but it doesn't work, especially with the too-abrupt shift to the deep feeler/thinker she becomes when confronted with a messy real life. Other people -- Gordon, Tyler, and Quindlen to name three -- have done it better, and truly flawlessly when it comes to writing. Maybe it's me, not wanting to wallow in the nasty lives in a large cast of unlikable people. It's like watching ugly soap stars: I have to look at enough ugly people in real life, I don't want to see them on TV, too. The novel was so bad I skipped the parts that had the pretty, and redeeming, Swansea descriptions in them just to find out what comes next so I could turn out the light and go to sleep.