Everyone Worth Knowing, as with much-hyped novel, this is a poor little me slice of chick-lit, bemoaning how very tough it is to be live the exalted life. Oh, stop whining. Someone needs to tell that a guilty pleasure is no fun if the author gets sanctimonious about it. Sure, cater to people’s love of the high life, wild parties and even throw in a moral or two about the shallowness of fame. But if the author has actually lived it, then moaning how very terrible it is to be famous, pretty and well-paid will only be annoying.
Much of the middle of this book exists just to tie the end and beginning together; it takes some special writing to redeem a plot full of cliches and tabloid fodder, and this is not special writing.