As a not-so-secret fan of chick-lit, I thought I would love this book. Unfortunately, it was too schmaltzy even for me. I don't know how many people here are familiar with the phrase "Mary-Sue", but this is exactly what the main character in this book is.
To clarify, a Mary-Sue is a character that has no flaws, is beautiful, perfect, talented, everyone loves her, and the people that don't are jealous, blah blah blah. Pages and pages of being told how wonderful Tiger Starr (the main character) is starts to wear on you a little bit, and for the record, I found her vapid and annoying (constant uses of the word "darling" and smoked salmon for breakfast, ugh). And of course, her sister Sienna, whenever she criticises Tiger she is accused of being a "bitch" or "jealous". Zzzzzzzz, boring. Most of Tiger's "Starrlets" think she is wonderful, omg, wish I was her. SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. To put it bluntly, I thought this book was an absolute crock of shit.