The Glamorous (Double) Life of Isabel Bookbinder, by Holly McQueen

I read this book for a few reasons: 1. it has a pretty cover 2. it has a cool title 3. it sounded like a good chic lit read. What I did not realize about this book was that the main character would drive me up the wall, across the ceiling, and back. I cannot stand naive optimists who lie and get themselves into sticky situations (ahem, Confessions of a Shopaholic). Well, Isabel Bookbinder is exactly like Becky Bloomwood. They both make up the weirdest things and just assume that everything is going to happen. Isabel assumes she is going to be a bestselling Novelist (with a capital N), and plans just about everything to perfect her Novelist image which includes just about everything (as I said before) except for actually writing the book. That would help, don't you think? In case you haven't noticed from reading my other posts, I am a cynical optimist, one who hopes for the best while knowing it probably won't happen. (which is a really good outlook on life because it keeps you upbeat and doesn't disappoint.) Isabel scratched at every cynical bone in my body as I wanted to scream at her to shut up and start scribbling already.

Isabel wants to be a writer, and has a lousy job at a newspaper where she is underappreciated (of course). Then she accidentally exposes a political scandal which has nothing to do with the rest of the story and goes off to a glamorous new job as an assistant to a bestselling author. The actual book is way better than I made it sound but you get that.

Lovely. Absolutely Lovely. Now will someone please give a literary hammer so I can bang Isabel on the head a few times?

4.6 stars. I'm telling you, it's way better than my review makes it seem.

The stars are sparkly on my version.