The Heller sisters are gorgeous redheads, granddaughters of a literary critic whose tenure at The New Yorker lands them a glamour shot—and an "it girls" label—in its pages. From this flimsy platform, they catapult to modeling for Vogue, a billboard in Times Square and Prada gowns delivered gratis to their Brooklyn apartment. Only their brother sees trouble; their ex-Miss Tennessee mother looks the other way as her daughters gulp down martinis with predatory Hollywood bigwigs. But fissures occur when the youngest girl, Amelia, is cast in a hilariously bad play and her star rises faster than her sisters'. (The girls' agent reminds Daria, 18, that her advanced age works against her.) A deliciously wicked satire, the story is told from the siblings' alternating perspectives, showing readers each flawed facet of the cubic zirconia that is instant fame.