about 32 pages into this badboy, i got very excited because i was going to be able to use my "what a bunch of assholes" shelf.

that's probably not a good sign, right?

this be the story of sisters, and that special bond only sisters share. there's lauren (no relation), the gorgeous flake who's in so much debt that she contemplates declaring bankruptcy before she quits her job in new york and moves home to mooch. she's the PRETTY one. and there's ava, the spinster-esque lawyer who dresses like a forty-year-old power lesbian. she's the SMART one.

both sisters are candidates for therapy. lauren has a shopping fetish and honestly believes her clothes give her mystical powers to succeed with men on dates (or something). she is emotionally immature and likes to have sex with almost strangers. ava thinks if she wears makeup and makes herself look pretty that people will not take her seriously because the only thing people should notice about her is her mind. she is a frigid prude who pushes men away faster than you can say "habeas corpus".

while this is all obnoxious, it's not particularly disgusting. what is disgusting is: ava starts dating russell, a clothes' horse who works for a woman's clothing line and who fancies himself 'enry 'iggins to her eliza doolittle. lauren starts dating a very serious man who works exhausting hours at a high-paying job and who doesn't seem to care what he wears.

wait a second...that sounds familiar...

oh, right. that's because they're dating their sisters.
just in male form.

and that's when i threw up a little in my mouth.

there's a subplot involving contracts (it's an obnoxious contrivance meant to set up the primary plot of ava getting some) and one about cancer but both feel shamefully hollow.

two stars for some light moments, quick pacing, and a plot that picked up after the initial lagging clunkiness. lord help the mister who comes between these sisters. that's all i got to say about that.