Thank you Troubador for this arc.


I can actually see this being a business in LA. And if it isn’t now, as soon as someone reads this book, I bet it will be. A bored expat slings out a lie about what she does and before she knows it, someone with more money than sense is throwing money at her to make it real. But this is LA where nothing is real.

Chrissy and her husband have been British expats in LA due to Dave’s business. Chrissy has also made friends with Lucy, the killer divorce lawyer back in the UK, who is now desperately trying to “find herself” (as one does in LA) with some (expensive) help from all kinds of gurus. I actually had the most fun reading about these two lapping up the California sunshine, talking about trying all the yoga studios, and finding their bliss poolside.

Then Chrissy utters a little lie and in an attempt to avoid being caught out keeps piling on statements that only make her look more exclusive and thus desirable. But what if you’re claiming skills you don’t have to do a job you don’t do? No worries as it will get you in for at least one peek at a Bel Air mansion.

To be honest, after a while, I got a bit numb at the endless tomfoolery that these celebrities are up to but then I was also never a fan of the old TV show Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous either. Another thing that I quickly noticed is that some major scene would be built up to only for the moment to pass quickly and easily. Oh, I thought. That was a let down. After this happened a few times and the story dragged on, I got bored.

At first the silliness is fun, watching Chrissy and Lucy revel in the CA sunshine makes me smile but after a while, even playing this for laughs wore thin. The above warning is something that I was saddened that the perpetrator never seemed to have to pay for doing and given his track record, I wouldn’t want a friend of mine to marry Oberon’s dog dad no matter how devoted he is to Obie. C