When her husband Kenny dumps her (by cell phone) mere months before
their ten-year wedding anniversary, Gracie Pollock finds herself
reeling. Though her role as the wife of a semifamous Hollywood studio
executive often left her cold, Gracie had grown accustomed to the unique
privileges extended to Tinseltown's power elite: reservations at Spago
on a Friday night; beauty treatments by dermatologists (Arnie),
manicurists (Jessica), and colorists (Christophe) to the stars;
line-jumping at Disneyland with her daughter and Ugg-wearing celebrity
offspring. And despite consenting to naming their daughter Jaden in a
(failed) attempt to lure Will Smith into one of Kenny's productions,
Gracie believed she and Kenny were different from other Hollywood
couples. She never thought she'd be a starter wife. But now that her
marriage is over, she's a social pariah, and it's only through a faux
pas by her world-class florist that she learns her husband has
upgraded: Kenny is dating a pop tartlet.
With images of the 'tween queen everywhere she turns, Gracie seeks
refuge at her best friend's Malibu mansion for some much-needed divorce
therapy. Soon she's associating with all the wrong people, including a
mysterious hunk who saves her from drowning, the security guard at her
gated community, and--God forbid--Kenny's boss, one of Hollywood's
better-known Lotharios.
With her signature wit, sassy style, and cameos of the rich and
famous--and wannabe rich and famous--Gigi Grazer tackles the most
delicious and dastardly details of a divorce and recovery, Hollywood
style.
