However, the book reads like a rough draft. Moods change too quickly; there are inconsistencies in characterizations; and the obstacles that keep boy and girl apart are contrived. Sometimes the writing is simply illogical--for example, we are supposed to believe that "no one remembers" that Candace Gold and Margolies were married, even though both are famous and it's interesting gossip. And Scarlett doesn't own a computer.
Even worse, Preston's writing is sloppy on a line-by-line basis--and drowning in cliches. For example:
"Writing a musical was deceptively easy."
- ". . . his words cut her to the bone."
- "He didn't want to face his marquee just then, though he could feel the glow of it beating down on the back of his neck."
- "Margolies saw red."
- "The intern craned his head . . ."
- "He said with a twinkle in his eye." (This character's eyes twinkle and twinkle and twinkle.)
- "Here, here!" (When "hear, hear" is meant.)
- ". . . overlooking street and sky . . ."