The author ushers readers into the highly competitive office of a public relations firm, with glimpses into Seattle’s rock music scene and even a peek or two inside an utterly charming, dusty old travel bookstore. Libby Hawthorne is smart, witty, and mindful of her position on the lower rungs of the corporate ladder. Her desire to climb a few steps draws her into a deception that is at odds with her faith. This book is typical chick lit – even down to the obligatory appearance of a Prada handbag – that won’t disappoint lovers of the genre.