Stupid, stupid book. Mormon Utah housewife Becky (gag) sells a screenplay (without an agent, no less), goes to Hollywood, and hits it off (in a friendly way only, because, see above, Mormon, housewife, Utah) with a handsome movie star. They become best friends. It only gets more improbable and pathetic from there. This was the worst kind of schlock.
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