Jessica Culter rose to fame when her kiss and tell blog went mainstream, creating a huge uproar both on and off line. Now Cutler turns her story into a poorly written novel that’s a thinly veiled autobiography.

Cutler is obsessed with the use of the f-word and seems to deriv a great deal of pleasure from spending entire pages talking about how hot her protagonist is. If this is intended as a defense or explanation of the events that led to her infamy, it only makes her come across as a crass, shallow woman.

Don’t bother. It’s not worth the paper it’s printed on.

i don’t know if I should be appalled or amused. I like this book. A nice break from the “heavy” stuff I normally read.

So good! She’s such a catty, unapologetic little bitch, and I couldn’t help but admire that a little. Interestingly, this is billed as ‘fiction’, even though it’s apparently far more autobiographical than not. Which makes it even better, because it actually happened.

depressing as hell – such sad little lives for smart young women

really fun read, perfect for summer. perfect for dc-philes, or anyone looking for a light, sexy, fun book