After losing a job, boyfriend, and apartment all within one kick-me-when-I'm-down week, Alice Lewis desperately needs a break. So when an old pal sweeps into London and offers her escape, Alice jumps at the chance - and onto the next plane to Los Angeles, the city of, yeah, right. L.A. turns out to be a little less 'angelic' than the down-to-earth English girl anticipated. For one, there's the new nine-to-five; the unbelievably glamorous, frenzied chore of coddling (doing PR for) the stars - not to mention the bevy of gorgeous, stick-thin models who suddenly appear in Alice's orbit and the suntan/convertible lifestyle that taunts her pasty-white self (starting with her thighs). And just when she thinks her new life couldn't get any more surreal, Alice acquires that most American of accessories; her very own stalker.