I picked this book up because none of my library holds were available, and it was on the library's list of ready to borrow. It seemed interesting from the description, and I thought it might be funny to see what Sarah's ghost writer would do.

The first part of the story was engaging and fun, but the book got worse and more and more unbelievable. It eventually devolved into a bodice-ripper. Give me a break. If I hadn't been so close to the end I would have quit listening.

And then it turns out that all the characters were real people?! In imaginary situations, of course. Why bother making fiction of real people?