This book was dumb and silly. I read it on vacation, and despite being half drunk on vodka lemonade and sun overexposure by 11am every day, I still felt it fell below the laughably low bar of quality in writing and plot construction required of even the trashiest of beach reads. Indeed, when it came time to find kindling to start a bonfire and we realized we had no newspaper in the house, I eagerly volunteered my copy of Shooting Script. Sorry Elsa; don't quit your day job.