This was hands down the worst book I've ever finished. (I can count on one hand the number of awful books I couldn't finish, so I'm not all that picky).
I got this at a used book sale for about 50 cents and I overpaid. Let's start tearing this book apart!
First off, the premise: a woman has a terrifying experience in England so she runs away to New York City, uses an alias and becomes a supermodel. Yeah, no one will find her now (rolling my eyes).
Next, she goes by "M". Just one letter. Yet over and over again she tells people her name is "Marie Marsden" and in school everyone called her M&M so she shortened it to M. Stupid!
So this supermodel resembles Audrey Hepburn, but she doesn't want to overdo it so she fixes herself up to look like "half an Aundrey". This is so freakin' idiotic and is repeatedly stated in the book to the point where I wanted to puke. I can't imagine that a 23 year old in 2007 had any clue who Audrey Hepburn was anyway.
The most glaring problem with this book is that nobody has a personality, or they all have the same personality (or is it non-personality?). I never got to know M, Larry, Geo, or anyone else because there was no character development whatsoever. I can't believe Barbara Taylor Bradford is a best selling author! Does she honestly think Americans go around saying things like, "that would be splendid, darling". Um, no.
The repetition was exhausting. I never want to eat chicken soup again after reading half a dozen times in the first third of the book about "chicken in the pot". And Good Lord, if one more person in this book drank pink champagne I was going to throw the book across the room. Honestly, who the heck drinks that nasty stuff? Does the author honestly think that's what rich people drink all the time?
Stupid, stupid, annoying book. I only finished it so I could see how bad it was. Save yourself the aggravation and skip this one.