Daisy Waugh's commercial fiction debut is a wickedly funny satire of the bitch-eat-bitch world of celebrity PR, with an unexpected romantic heart.
She's at the top of her profession, but Jo's social life is as much a game of survival as her work.
This is London in 2001, where if you call your boyfriend on his mobile, you have to disguise your number or he won't pick up - he's always expecting someone more important to ring. Where your best friends think nothing of cancelling at the last minute, ten times in a row. Where commitment is a "pencilled option on mutual time". Where flexibility is the new etiquette that disguises plain rudeness. And success at work is everything.
So it's more than a little inconvenient when Jo falls for a gorgeous singer, an upper class dropout with an unreasonable attachment to old-fashioned human values. What is she thinking of, and how on earth will she explain him to her friends?