It’s clear where Camille Perri is trying to go in this Robin-Hood-meets-chick-lit story, and she hits all the highlights of living New York and drinking too much and being catty with girlfriends from work. What she forgets, though, is relationship and fun — The Assistants attempts both but didn’t do either convincingly, so the book reads more like a whiny expose than a fun beach read. My review of The Assistants is at BookPage.
This book was a review copy, which means I got it for free.