At first this is very promising as we see Dylan respond, though we are are only told a few of the things that Peter does to encourage him out of his shell. Had it stayed there it would have been an uplifting novel with some good dry observations of the dinner parties where high powered guests are asked embarrassing questions such as "should we get gas masks for the staff", and other excesses of these socialite wives who live for table placings at charity galas. Peterson, however starts to steer the book into Jackie Collins territory. We soon find that Jamie had already discussed leaving Phillip, with her closest friends, and the arrival of the devilishly good looking Peter starts to place a few lusty thoughts into Jamie's head, a distraction considering that she is producing a high powered expose of a top politician, who espouses family values, who has allegedly had an affair with a bimbo. Then there is the effect that Peter has some on the socialites that Jamie knows, and soon there is rivalry for his affections.
Although this soon gets into frothy territory and unfortunately stays there, the early descriptions and characterisations are not to be overlooked. We see the empty headed women, the restaurants that discourage passing trade and the carefully dropped remarks such as "wheels up at 3" which refer to private planes. It is also disappointing that Peterson, who is a working mother who does live in the grid, cannot complete the novel despite a length of four hundred pages, and that a sequel is promised. To be honest, this had run its course and could easily have been wrapped up.