Having fought attempts to turn her into a mini-me pop starlett in book one, Holly finds herself subjected to her mother's egomaniac schemes once again. Plucked from life and friends in London, Holly is transplanted to a 'designer' but far-from-homely penthouse in New York (the convenient epicentre for her mother's music tour). Holly is not impressed.
But then when she starts to take stock of her situation, Holly realises it may not be as entirely awful as she first thought: she'll be able to see more of her dad who also lives in Manhattan, it should (officially) be the start of the summer holidays, and there's always a chance that teenage boys in New York will be more enlightened to her charms than boys in England . . . If she can find a way to get rid of her personal tutor, give her bodyguard the slip, and keep her mother from coming up with any new crazy schemes in the immediate future (no easy job), then maybe things could even start to be fun . . .
But then when she starts to take stock of her situation, Holly realises it may not be as entirely awful as she first thought: she'll be able to see more of her dad who also lives in Manhattan, it should (officially) be the start of the summer holidays, and there's always a chance that teenage boys in New York will be more enlightened to her charms than boys in England . . . If she can find a way to get rid of her personal tutor, give her bodyguard the slip, and keep her mother from coming up with any new crazy schemes in the immediate future (no easy job), then maybe things could even start to be fun . . .
