Anna Walker can't catch a break—her surgically enhanced boss (whom she lovingly calls "Nasty") won't stop yelling at her for things she never did, her love life is nonexistent and her therapy sessions aren't going so well. Wracked with the guilt of her father's accidental death 20 years earlier, Anna can barely function on a day-to-day basis. It isn't until she accidentally humiliates her boss by claiming she's 90% plastic on the front page of New York, New York that the winds seemingly change and Anna's life is transformed overnight. After being a lowly assistant for so many years, Anna is finally given her own nightlife column, "The Velvet Rope Diaries." Too bad she doesn't know anything about nightlife beyond feetsie pajamas and falling asleep on the couch while watching the Food Network!

Strapping on her favorite pair of Marc Jacobs, Anna grabs her friends for a night out. Her assignment is to find the newest, most exclusive chi-chi bar in town. However, her destination had to have been previously undiscovered and never written about in any publication. Period. Frustrated and lost, Anna stumbles upon her new "deadline fairy godmother" who tips her off about a brand new club—problem solved! Well, that is until the bouncer at the door starts yelling at her through a bullhorn, "LYMJ!" and bounces her from the line. Ashamed of her "last year's Marc Jacobs," Anne manages to sneak in the back way and bumps into the new love of her life, David Levy. Now if she can just forgive herself for her father's death, all will be right with the world...Right?

Taking a page straight out of Carrie Bradshaw's book, Daniella Brodsky attempts to write a sexy account of life in the city with bittersweet humor. However, the formulaic plot reads like the literary equivalent of last year's Marc Jacobs.