This book appears to be by, for, and about wealthy, perfect people. If that describes you then maybe you will love it! But I hated it!
Our main protagonist (I guess? Are we supposed to root for her? I was not immediately convinced, at first I thought this was a novel about comeuppance for a smug, oblivious jerk) is innately wonderful at everything she touches, plus she is super lucky, and thus has been rewarded for her wonderfulness with her own tv show(s), so she's very rich, and also she has a great figure (seriously, her lovely slender figure is remarked on time after time)! She has loved and lost, but mainly she has won, by virtue of her perfect perfectness that is so effortlessly perfect.
In the first chapter alone, we are treated to numerous descriptions of her extravagantly dreamy (too big! nineteen rooms! ha ha being rich is so ca-razy) home, and her tax deductably renovated kitchen (really? two descriptions of her granite countertops within three pages? Is that fun for ANYone?) plus PS she also has a fancy car. Neat! Despite her no-sweat no-training comes-naturally gift for cooking and entertaining and also everyone loving her so much, she feels weird about aging. Oh... kay? Perfect skinny rich people, they're just like us!
It's not just this one character that is shoved in the reader's face as wealthy and flawless. One character's introductory paragraph includes the type of sheets she owns, where she bought them, and how much they cost. Why? Who needs to know that? "Ooh I used a Macy's coupon once plus I also sleep in sheets, so we might be best friends in real life!" Another major character is a beauty queen- a literal beauty queen- whose main frustration is that people think she is Miss Europe when really she is MISS SPAIN. Come on, get it right people! So relatable! Glad I am spending my time reading about this person!
The plot is not the worst, and the writing is not the worst. I've heard good things about this author and I'm not prepared to discount her entirely. There are some fun scenes and fun ideas. There are other characters and some of them seem ok, and the end is very tidy.
But ultimately it all feels very... pre-recession. It feels very privileged. Very tone deaf. Like Nancy Meyers missed the chance to turn this into a movie with Patricia Heaton and Katherine Heigl with a cameo from Paula Deen and a Gwyneth Paltrow exec producer credit. In other words I HATED THIS.