Confession: at first I wrote this book off as a piece of fluff. It could be the exhaustive descriptions of what everyone is wearing, or the...well, actually that's it. The assessments of everyone's wardrobe made me think "chick lit." 
 But the opportunity to go behind-the-scenes in a literary agency--and not just any agency, but the one that represented J.D. Salinger--was too alluring to ignore. 
 My Salinger Year is a quick read that isn't really about Salinger at all, but about Rakoff finding herself and learning how to go after what she wants. It has some interesting insights into a literary world that hasn't existed for at least a decade, when agents would actually read books that didn't captivate them within the first two lines. When agents would sign clients, even though they weren't sure they could sell the novel. It boggles the mind. 
 While this book won't change your life, it's fun, cozy and entertaining. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and I'm not even a Salinger fan. Although, after reading this, I'm tempted to give his books another shot. I get the feeling he's wasted on the young.