by Jennifer Weiner
REVIEWED BY NATALIE DANFORD
These autobiographical stories suggest that Weiner is the kind of wise-cracking pal who makes a great lunch date. In “Swim,” a woman who left her TV job after her sexy writing partner led her on, then eloped with the show’s star, helps a nebbish craft a personal ad. When he says he’s picked “Lonelyguy 78” as his screen name, she blurts, “Was ‘Desperateguy’ taken?” Even a coda on the inspiration for the stories is a hoot. The heroines-hooked-on-bad-boys notion wears thin, but fans will savor Weiner’s confidential tone and salty wit.