This is the story of Lizzie Pepper, a young actress who, completely unlike Katie Holmes, became famous on a teen drama and then transitioned to indie films before becoming involved with one of the most famous movie stars in the world. Rob Mars, unlike Tom Cruise, is an action star famous for performing his own stunts, elaborate wooing in a relationship, and his involvement in a strange and secretive movement that everyone involved insists is not a cult. And the One Cell Movement is definitely not Scientology.
Yet, despite not being analogous to anything in the real world, this story is awfully predictable and lacking in insight. Lizzie wants the world to know that her relationship was real, at least on her side, and that she genuinely loved Rob before finding out what a deeply disturbed and giant weirdo he actually is. But the emphasis on the seemingly idyllic beginning of the relationship stretches on way too long for a reader who just wants the disturbing dirt on a giant weirdo.
The uncovering of Rob's secrets are also, sadly, not that interesting. Perhaps if I'd cared a bit more about Lizzie I might have been concerned about how Rob basically being a robot affected her. Instead, I actually had much more sympathy for Rob, who's always on, who doesn't seem to know how to behave like a human being, who can't stop looking for the Blue Fairy and yet never becomes a real boy. I am unlikely ever again to recommend anyone take a note from E.L. James, but in this case, if Hilary Liftin were to write a sequel from Rob's perspective, I would be much more interested in that.
Lizzie, though, remains just as much a cipher throughout the book. The end of the story, also, is just too tidy. It's nice to imagine that Scientology, I mean the One Cell Movement, could be brought down entirely by just one person, particularly a woman devoted to saving not herself but her children, but it just doesn't scan with the rest of the story.