Amy jenkins is the precocoius girl who developed 'This Life' from nowhere. Sadly, her youthful ideas seem to have deserted her with first "Honeymoon" (about a girl called Honey Moon), and now this.
Indistinguishable from every other wacky-jacketed chick-fic on the shelves, and worse than most. A tiresome, derivative plot with cardboard characters whose dialogue often makes conversation impossible to follow (which character said that? They all speak with teh same voice!).
In brief: Independant North London girl falls for worlds biggest film star (Notting hill, anyone?) and has to deal with his possessive ex.
There aren't any surprises, but then again, I don't suppose that the market this is written for really wants any.