A comic novel about a savvy blogger who stumbles upon an irresistible scoop-and must reconcile her true values with the ruthless demands of a gossip- and reality-obsessed culture.
Alex Lyons gets paid to be a bitch. As writer for Chick Habit, a website for women and one of the most popular blogs on the Internet, she's fulfilling her dream of being a professional writer. Maybe she's not quite championing the women's rights issues she used to write about in college-but Alex churns out several posts a day, beginning with hard news at 8 am (a meth-addicted former beauty queen, perfect); morning and evening gossip roundups; and especially juicy posts for blog primetime , when women in their offices all over both coasts eat their sad desk salads.
So what if it means burrowing into the couch while her boyfriend is at work, compulsively scouring the Web from 6 am until 6 pm to find the next big celebrity scandal, and only moving for five minutes to grab a sad couch salad of her own...but the last time she left her computer for more than 10 minutes, Farrah Fawcett died, and she missed the scoop. It's a chick-eat-chick world; and since Chick Habit's parent company has been cracking down about page views, Alex knows her job is at risk.
So when an anonymous tipster sends Alex the juiciest scoop of the year-a politico's squeaky-clean Ivy League daughter caught in the act of some very R-rated activity-it's a no-brainer. As she prepares to ignite the next Internet feeding frenzy, she hesitates: is she ready to ruin the girl's life? What Alex doesn't anticipate is how the big scoop will send her own life spiraling out of control.
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