This was not the book I was expecting, and I'm not sure it deserves so much pink on the cover and pages (does anything?). Overall, I enjoyed it, although for me the superficial world of modelling did not 'mix' very well with the cancer plot, for obvious reasons. Anyone who has been affected by the hell of cancer will I'm sure agree that it's pretty hard to care about fashion designers and make-up when you, or someone you love, might be about to die. That said, this book probably isn't written for people like me (i.e. I am not fourteen). 
 At first I found Ted Trout (no, I haven't made that up) a little too naive and her lack of self-esteem is immediately boring and annoying. However, this turned out to be part of a very clever character arc (clever in that it was very subtle, and very gradual), and I got past that. There are a few too many coincidences, too much schmatlz and too much convenience but then, as I said, I am not fourteen. If I was, this book would probably get five stars.