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“funny and sharp” —Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

Lights! Cameras! Inaction!

New York writer Ricki Carstone knows it’s extremely unlikely a movie of her debut novel will actually get made but Moxie Bernard (hello! most famous teen on the planet!) has signed on to star. Plus, the producer is throwing her a super fabulous party in Hollywood to celebrate the relaunch of her book with a younger, sexier cover. Clearly, this is one movie option that’s going to make it all the way to the movie theater.
    Ricki is so confident, she quits her dead-end paralegaling job and moves out to Los Angeles to keep an eye on the project. A fish out of water, she quickly adapts to the strange and puzzling ways of the entertainment industry. Or does she? Her cute neighbor seems to think her new friends are taking advantage of her. But what does he know? He’s a bitter ex-screenwriter who never got a single movie produced, and she’s about to see her name in lights any day now. Or month. Or year.
    Bleak—a smart and funny update of Charles Dickens’s classic Bleak House—is for anyone who’s ever held on to a dream just a little too long.

Not all the good ones are married or gay.

Hattie Cross knows what you’re thinking: Zombie sex? Ewwwww. But she also knows that since a virus turned 99.9999 percent of human males into zombies, it’s statistically impossible to meet—let alone date—the remaining 0.00001 percent.

    So she writes “The Girls’ Guide to Dating Zombies” to help her fellow women navigate the zombie-relationship waters. Her practical how-to impresses the CEO of the world’s largest drug company, and before she knows it, Hattie, a reporter for a downmarket tabloid specializing in conspiracy theories, is sitting down with the woman who invented the zombie-behavioral-modification market. Granted access to the inner sanctum of zombaceuticals, she meets an actual, living, breathing M-A-N.

    Now Hattie, the consummate professional, is acting like a single girl at the end of the twentieth century: self-conscious, klutzy and unable to form a coherent sentence without babbling. Worst of all, the human male appears to have impaired her ability to think clearly. Because all of a sudden she’s convinced a conspiracy is afoot at the drug company and it seems to go all the way to the top!

Christmas won’t be Christmas without any corpses.

The dear, sweet March sisters are back, and Marmee has told them to be good little women. Good little vampire women, that is. That’s right: Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy have grown up since you last read their tale, and now they have (much) longer lives and (much) more ravenous appetites.
    Marmee has taught them well, and so they live by an unprecedented moral code of abstinence . . . from human blood. Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy must learn to get along with one another, help make society a better place, and avoid the vampire hunters who pose a constant threat to their existence. Plus, Laurie is dying to become a part of the March family, at any cost. Some things never change.
    This horrifying—and hilarious—retelling of a timeless American classic will leave readers craving the bloodthirsty drama on each and every page.

At Fashionista, all is fair in fashion and war.

Vig Morgan finally worked her way out of the assistant-for-the-bitch-from-hell trenches only to get stuck in a sea of editors. But Vig isn’t like the other associate editors at the aggressively hip and overwhelmingly current Fashionista magazine. For one thing, she couldn’t care less which star wore what designer to which party. Sure, she’s clever and witty—and just as ambitious as the next overqualified underpaid underling—but she would never get drawn into a plot to dispose the evil editor-in-chief. Or would she?

    Jump with Vig into the choppy waters of scheming, backstabbing, free speech, flirtation and fashion, as the lackeys at the bottom of the masthead band together to take down the queen at the top, with some unexpected—but not necessarily unpleasant—results.

The opportunity of a lifetime

Seventeen-year-old Chrissy Gibbon’s dream comes true when she wins an internship at Savvy magazine. Then the editor announces the Savvy Girl contest, and things go from amazing to unbelievable. All she has to do is write the best essay of all the interns to get her own monthly column.
    So why can’t she do it? For one thing, the internship is a full-time job. Her boss is getting married and has dumped all her work on Chrissy. For another, there’s that cute boy upstairs she’s trying to impress. (Talk about a full-time job!) Plus, she has all those parties to go to with Savvy’s supercool fashion editor. (Um, she used to be a supermodel. You tell her you’re too busy to go to a bash for Stella McCartney.) With so much going on, the Savvy Girl contest falls off her radar. So does her best friend. And her priorities. And everything she ever believed in.

Welcome to Tallulahland. Population: Growing.

Tallulah West thinks she's got it all figured out, from her interrupted career path to the men in her life. (Career path = anything to displease Dad. Nick = trusty best friend. Dad = see career path.) But when her world is turned upside down (again), not everyone acts accordingly and nothing goes as planned.
    Once upon a time Tallulah was happy to follow in her father's footsteps. But then her mom died. Now she’d rather toil away for a hack designer than work on her own designs and lay claim to all that comes with being the only daughter of furniture-designing royalty. Which is a shame—because Tallulah has so much talent.
    Nick knows the truth—that she’s a little too good at making bad decisions—and has no qualms about interfering in her life. But only after she finds the deed to a plot of land in North Carolina, an unexpected final gift from her mother, is she propelled into action. Accompanied by Nick and an excitement she hasn’t felt in years, Tallulah heads south. She’s following her mother’s dream, but somewhere in the underbrush of an undeveloped plot of land, she finds her own.

So hip it hurts.

Want to know what’ll be hot next season? Just ask Mim Warner, the best coolhunter in the business. But Mim’s latest trend predictions (“slut” T-shirts for eight-year-old girls? Samurai swords for ten-year-old boys?) are troubling, to say the least.
    Fearing that Mim’s about to be out like last season’s Capri pants and worried about what she’ll say next, her staff implements a Mim-surveillance mission. With clients fleeing in droves and everyone around her in a tizzy, Meghan Resnick, Mim’s protégée, seems to be the only one in control of all her faculties. But watching Mim lose her cool is loosening a few of Meghan’s own screws. Suddenly she’s not sure of anything—her career, her future, her ex-boyfriend, even her judgment. When Mim-watching leads to the scene of a murder—with Mim leaning over the dead body—Meghan can’t help but wonder if her boss will be forecasting her next trend from Sing Sing.
    An affectionate satire about the ins and outs of coolhunting, Mim Warner’s Lost Her Cool mines the mysterious forces that make a trend come together—and a woman fall apart.