If you are already the head writer on a daytime drama, can you say your life is just like a soap opera? That's the question facing Bailey Connors, who is dumped by her girlfriend, saddled with the 22-year-old daughter of a network executive and driven close to madness by a friend's attempt at matchmaking. To top it off, she has been ordered to kill off the soap's leading lady on a special live episode, which will either be a disaster or the triumph of her career. But either way, love may be waiting on the other side in a very unexpected manner. Sharon Stone is the author of Love Letters in the Sand and lives in Tampa, Florida.
This particular review is likely to turn into a rant – so my apologies in advance. This story is set behind the scenes of a daytime soap opera and follows the head writer as she wends her way through backstabbing and machinations at work as well as getting back into the dating world. I wonder, after reading this, whether the author is a screenwriter rather than novel writer. The character and plots seemed very thin and two dimensional – just the set ups but no real depth. The main character is rather unlikable and things would happen in the plot for no apparent reason or foreshadowing that tidy up and close the loose ends. The author obviously has written this as a satire, but the humour seemed forced and over the top – from the ridiculous character names to the heavy-handed dating fiascos. Overall, I found it a bit condescending to the reader. As for the humour, if you have to explain why something is funny by explaining the context or the popular references its relying on, it isn’t satire – and it isn’t funny. I didn’t like this one at all and sent it Windsor to torment some poor lesbian who picked it up at a potluck. Sorry, ‘bout that.