Mike Partipilo read and liked Jillian's review of Party Girl: A Novel:

"I really liked the first half of this book. The pre-rehab part. And don't get me wrong, I have nothing against rehab. But after the protagonist gets out of rehab, the book turns into a rehab brochure. Amelia is constantly saying "At Pledges they...more I really liked the first half of this book. The pre-rehab part. And don't get me wrong, I have nothing against rehab. But after the protagonist gets out of rehab, the book turns into a rehab brochure. Amelia is constantly saying "At Pledges they say that..." or "Rachel, my sponsor, says that..." It just gets a tad old. But I thought that the first half, with her descent to rock bottom was really well-written.

This book first caught my eye because I recognized the author's name from the slot she does on G4's Attack of the Show. I had been meaning to read it for awhile, and I'm glad I did. What I wrote above in no way makes this a book to pass up; I still thoroughly enjoyed it. It just had 4-star potential, but fell a teeny bit short. I really do recommend this book to anyone looking for a good, juicy summer read.(less) "

Mike Partipilo read and liked Anna's review of Party Girl: A Novel:

"As the author, I'm biased. But I think it's pretty great. "

Mike Partipilo read and liked Amy's review of Party Girl: A Novel:

"Not impressed. The lead character was a self-absorbed, whiny, narcissistic cokehead who spent all her time with other self-absorbed, tiresome characters trying to either be "the next hot thing" in Hollywood or recover from addiction just en...more Not impressed. The lead character was a self-absorbed, whiny, narcissistic cokehead who spent all her time with other self-absorbed, tiresome characters trying to either be "the next hot thing" in Hollywood or recover from addiction just enough to be semi-functional. The writer is a Candace Bushnell-wannabe and, in my opinion, falls utterly flat. I could barely make myself read the last 20 pages because I'd completely given up on the main character; I didn't care if she didn't get the guy or if she OD'd one more time or if she danced on another bar and kissed a girl. The last 20 pages seemed to try to wrap it up into some tale of redemption, but by that time, I'd hoped she'd fail again so I could see her fall on her face and say, "I told you so, loser."

In the pathetic age of Badmommy Britney, Drunken Lindsay, Anorexic Preggo Nicole, and Sextape Prison Paris -- this book reiterates why we put way too much importance on celebrity. Who are these people? And why do we care if they're wearing Manolos or Jimmy Choos?

I'd write more. But this book is not worth the bother. If you really want a cautionary tale about drugs and partying and trying to find yourself, read a Jay McInerney or Bret Easton Ellis book. Because this girl's not the life of the party, and this book will make you want to say, "Get a life."(less) "