Normally, i love chicklit. its supposed to be stupid, in an entertaining sort of way. this one just went over the line and is stupid in a stupid kind of way. this woman is more boy crazy than a stereotypical teenager! all she wants is this perfect, romantic man. she is lucky enough to be a work from home freelance writer, but decides that in order to find her perfect man, and jumpstart her career, she will get a real office job and meet a guy there, because that's where all the guys are, and publish it as an article. randomly, she gets this great job on her first try, despite having no experience, which would never happen. and for some reason, there are a billion cute guys working at her company, and she can't even go downstairs for coffee without collecting a pocketful of numbers. the guys treat her like some weird species theyve never seen before, instead of a coworker. its like the show mad men, only its modern times, so there's no excuse. the main character Lane is quite unlikeable. i found myself skimming most of the book, and the only reason i read it was because the idea of leaving a work from home writing job to go work in a cubicle was so weird (coming from someone who would LOVE to work at home and instead is stuck in a cubicle). I ended up skimming the last couple chapters cuz i was so done with this woman and this book, and it was so predictable, i knew what the ending would be anyway. its not the best specimen of chicklit out there, by a long shot.