There were times when this book came close to being good, but then the author would throw in something inane to ruin it. It started as a vapid chic lit comedy with cartoon characters, but then the characters and storyline started developing some blood and humanity, so that it looked as if she would write a warm human story. One or the other might have worked, but the author seemed unable to decide which she wanted to write, so she went full circle back to the chick lit cartoon, so that the end result was rather schizophrenic. The author TELLS us that the heroine was 28-years-old, has lots of gritty life experience, has a college degree and a track record of being a successful youth counselor who in a few short weeks can turn around troubled youth whom no one else has been able to reach. Meanwhile the author SHOWS us an air-headed dipstick with the maturity of a spoiled 13-year-old flake, who jumps to conclusions, refuses to listen, and throws childish hissy fits. She showed no common sense, logic, nor ability to think in terms of goal-directed planning or potential consequences--anyone with such inadequate skill set, street smarts, and perception of reality would not have made it is a youth counselor, heck, she probably wouldn't even survive! The book also had some inconsistencies like the hero standing behind her messaging her shoulders and admiring her beautiful face...oo-kay, we've already gathered that the bimbo's head was not on straight. The book also seemed to lack enough meat to fill out so many pages and desperately needed some condensation so that it didn't have so much drag.