I bought this book, intending to make it my first wild release. I thought it would be appropriate - I'm moving to LA in a few weeks and typically like the chick-lit genre. Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly what I expected, but I'm sure others will like it better.

Happy reading!



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from the back of the book

Hollywood publicity pro extraordinaire Emily Sanders is hitting thirty -- hard -- and she wants the life her best friends seem to have: house, kids, perfect man. But finding true love isn't easy in L.A., where image is everything, and where every beauty pageant winner is an eight in a sea of nines, who all wish they were Julia Roberts.

For Emily, boyfriend material has always come in many strange shapes and incarnations -- beautiful young surfer god, aging music executive, boss's boss's boss, and a baseball player with two cell phones (one of which she does not have the number to).

With her confidence rapidly heading due south (like everything else on her body), it's time to find a smart, sharp-eyed psychotherapist to help her get past her surefire method for choosing the absolute worst man. With a little help, maybe Emily can learn to narrow her focus from looking for Mister Right to looking out for Mister Wrong. Because she knows that, eventually, "the one" comes for every woman ... even for a disarming, unflappable player in the mad, mad world of entertainment, with the edge of an insider and the heart of a dreamer.
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RELEASE NOTES:

The book is on the middle bench on the side of the bus station that heads downtown.

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July 14th update:
the book is no longer on the bench (just in case someone looks for it)