Every once in awhile I'll read a book I'm utterly apathetic about and today was that day. Was I in a mood, was it a full-moon, too hot out, the book itself? Who knows? But I persevered all the way to the end and I was glad I did. Although I didn't get the Ahhhh feeling at the end, I did get the vaguely satisfied I just ate all my veggies and can now have a Dove Bar feeling.
Back before there were Coordinators or Assistants there were Secretaries. The old fashioned kind- the kind that made and brought coffee. Those who typed and used the Dicto-phone. Those who yes sired and no sired. Think Miss Moneypenny.
29-year-old single Winona Bartlett is in a rut. She works as a secretary but secretly dreams of being a filmmaker. When a new lawyer, beautiful blind, Sandy Spires, joins the firms and befriends her, Winona finds the spark she needs and purchases a new camera. Eventually it becomes clear that the enigmatic Sandy isn't what she appears to be confusing Winona. A friendship with Rex, an upstanding young attorney adds to the mix. Winona is left to question is she a secretary or a filmmaker?
There wasn't anything technically wrong with this book- the end really made the entire thing worthwhile. It just seemed to take a long time to get there.