Lane Silverman is a twenty-something New York City-based freelance writer who spends more time pitching ideas than writing stories. Yet, she gets her big chance when Cosmopolitan Magazine accepts her idea to enter corporate America and secure her M&M (Magic Man) within a two-month period. Luckily, Lane stumbles across a job at Smith Barney for which she is grossly under-qualified and begins her quest. From there, the story remained mainly in the world of implausibility. Our main character exhibited a ridiculous level of stupidity in her observations on life and her tendency to go on and on with daydreams. On several occasions, I had an urge to skip pages where Lane was listing qualities or playing out scenarios involving her new beau, the suave Liam or her kind of goofy boss, Tom. It just went on and on.

It has been said that the things that we loathe in others is what we tend to dislike in ourselves. Much to my chagrin I had to admit that I too have spent time ruminating on the pros and cons of a love as well as, daydreaming about those earth-shattering moments that serve as beginnings to love, passion, and great romances. You see, while reading this book I was also nursing a very broken heart and recognized in Lane an error that I, and probably others, have made over the years - that of creating a fantasy that no mere mortal can ever match.

I can recall hours and hours spent when I was a teen-ager just creating stories and oft' times acting them out. Scenarios of passion and tears and the kind of mutual love that makes your heart palpitate. As I grew older, I did not act things out, but I still had "that guy", "my guy" dancing around in the recesses of my mind. And just like Lane, no man could fit the bill. And now, I have finally learned the lesson that Lane came to understand. It was a great epiphany to finally get it, to know that my mental list would have nothing to do with the man with whom I will eventually build my life. That's not how it works. It's not neat, like it is in our minds. In fact love is probably one of the sloppiest things around and we certainly see this in Diary of a Working Girl.

I wouldn't recommend this book for anything more than a filler and for the valuable lesson that many need to learn. It's just unfortunate that such a message nearly got lost in Daniella Brodsky's mire of verbiage.