This book by Steve Martin (yes, THAT Steve Martin) is a lovely read about the rise and fall of a young art maven. I found it an easy read and entertaining, well written, if not actually very deep or profound. The problem is that you never really feel for Lacey, and therefore its hard to find joy in her rise, or sympathy in her eventual fall. I enjoyed it, but probably would not actively shove it into someone else's hands to read.
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