This was a good book; I can't say it was great. The storyline was what you would expect of a Hollywood agent's (second) assistant. It had the egos, the drugs, the cheating, the failing marriages, the overbearing character(s), the exclusive parties, the back-stabbing, the letdowns, the overworked underlings, the striving (and starving) writers, the flings, the office in an uproar, the mistakes by the lower echeleons that could never, ever, ever be rectified, the collosal amounts of money that are spent on parties, jewelry, art, revenge, houses, decorating, catering, clothing, manis and pedis, lunch, booze, PIs, lawyers, scripts, the list could go on and on, (and it has). And most of this was in the first 100 pages. I picked up this book because I have "The First Assistant" in my personal library which I'm trying to thin out. And it doesn't make much sense to read the First Assistant before the Second Assistant. Would I read it again? Probably not, but if you're looking for something to pass the time, smile a bit, grit your teeth at other times, this just might be the book for you.