The plug on the cover of the book calls it "saucy," which it is not, and "profoundly funny," which it is also not. (I am beginning to wonder if reviewers feel like they have to call a book funny if they liked it, even if it isn't particularly funny.) It is "beautifully written," however, so at least Tracy Quan, author of "Diary of a Manhattan Call Girl" got that part right. The first half of the novel is an angsty introduction to Susannah and her life, then the book hits its stride. I enjoyed the level of philosophy in the story and its application to Susannah in her moment of crisis. I wished - and thought - she would have made a different decision in the end, but what can you do?
I think that this could be a more important and serious book than the chick-lit cover gives it credit for.