When Lily's internship at the Museum of Modern Art falls through, she thinks her summer is ruined. Then her dad hooks her up with a once in- a-lifetime chance to intern for Sabrina Snow—sixteen-year-old Hollywood starlet and the girl of the moment. From the pages of Party Weekly magazine, Sabrina's life looks like a nonstop merry-go-round of glamorous parties, red-carpet events, and designer clothes. But Lily soon learns that being Sabrina and being Sabrina's intern are two very different things.
To be honest, I picked this up at my library simply because I had no other choice. Most of the books had been checked out by high school students who are starting their new year. The cover looked a bit too girly for me, and the description made it sound like a cheesy Disney movie.
However, I wasn’t disappointed for checking it out. It was definitely worth it. I won’t lie, it’s pretty cliché and predictable, but I don’t see what else could’ve been written for a story like this.
Lily, the narrator of the novel, is telling the story as if she’s writing her book, her own journal. There’s nothing incredibly unique about Lily. She’s exactly how you’d imagine a character in this kind of story to be, but I found it kind of endearing. One thing that bugged me- I use this word a lot, but the biggest cliché of the story was “Sabrina Snow.” That’s the fake name Lily gives us readers to hide the real identity of the starlet she interned for. I was really hoping Lizabeth would switch it up, and maybe write Sabrina to be a decent human being, but unfortunately not. Sabrina is exactly the same as any other fictitious female celebrity- snotty, rich, self-absorbed and demanding. She had her humane moments, but for the most part, she was a total hag.
Besides that, it was pretty entertaining. It’s fast-paced, and ends pretty quickly, but it’s not the kind of story that you’d want to be dragged out. It’s not going on my favorite list, but I definitely don’t regret checking it out!