While other little girls were fantasizing about becoming doctors or lawyers, Alex Garrett dreamed of conquering the high-powered world of Wall Street. Now she's grown and determined to make it big in bond sales at Cromwell Pierce, one of the Street's most esteemed brokerage firms. Though she's prepared to fight her way into an elitist boys' club, she starts out small, relegated to a kiddie-size folding chair with her new moniker, "Girlie," inscribed in Wite-Out across the back. Always keeping her eyes on the prize (and ignoring her friends' pleas for her to quit), Alex quickly learns how to roll with the punches, rising from lowly analyst to slightly-less-lowly associate in no time. Suddenly she's being addressed by her real name, and the boys' club has transformed into forty older brothers . . . and one possible boyfriend. But then the apocalypse hits, and Alex is faced with the most difficult choice of her life: to stick with Cromwell Pierce as it teeters on the brink of disaster . . . or to kick off her Jimmy Choos and go running for higher ground.I read this book based on a review written by another book blogger. Unfortunate, I was disappointed by this book. It reminded me of The Nanny Diaries and The Devil Wears Prada. Perhaps I was expecting a different outcome, but the book felt very formulaic. On the positive, the book was an interesting look at Wall Street before the latest financial crisis. The romantic plot lines were boring and lacking creativity.
If you like The Nanny Diaries and The Devil Wears Prada, but are looking for a different take on a similar industry this book is not for you.