Star
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- £3.99
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- £3.99
Publisher Description
Like many twenty-one year olds, Star Wood Leigh works two jobs to make ends meet: the day shift at Talon's Nail and Tan Spa, and the night shift at Mother Pearl's Steak & Oyster Emporium. The archetypal tomboy, at home in jeans and a T-shirt, Star is guileless and beguiling, a fresh-faced beauty who knows that too much of a good thing is wonderful. A loving daughter, a good friend and a faithful girlfriend, this Florida girl gets more than her fair share of sun and fun. And then an innocent evening at a football game sets off a chain of life-altering events. One minute Star is cleaning the tanning beds at Talon's, and the next she's being primped and prodded in preparation for the front cover of a national magazine...
Playful, bawdy and curl-your-toes sexy, STAR is an insider's look at a world of inflated egos and inflated bodies. Going far beyond the cliched air-kisses and casting couches of Hollywood, STAR shows what really happens when A-list meets D-cup, when girl becomes goddess.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
In Anderson's lighter-than-air debut, our titular heroine bears more than a passing resemblance to the author herself. Aspiring cosmetologist Esther Wood Leigh, nicknamed "Star" as a kid for her irresistible charm, is impossibly na ve, untenably good-hearted and utterly pneumatic when a marketing exec from Zax beer discovers her, um, magnetism at a football game. In remarkably Anderson-like fashion, Star goes on to grace the cover of a Playboy-like magazine, land a role in a Baywatch-like television series and get entangled with a string of Tommy Lee and Kid Rock like rock stars. Naturally, her path to A-list celebrity is punctuated by a steady stream of lighthearted, cringe-inducing sexual adventures with actors ("not the most imaginative lover, but like a favorite dildo, he was always ready to go"), moguls ("the strained notes of the aria trailed up and concluded in concert with their own activity"), mechanics (" 'So which of these has the most comfortable backseat?' she asked, ad-libbing wildly") and the occasional gang of naked strangers ("Star was still having sex, but she no longer had any idea with who"). Anderson's range is predictably limited, and she abandons quite a few unrealized plot threads along the way. This thinly veiled novelization of her own life doesn't pretend to be anything but trashy and cheesy, which gives it an amiable charm.
