What if your best friend, whom you've always counted on to flounder in life and love (making your own modest accomplishments look not so bad), suddenly starts to surpass you in every way? Wendy's best friend, Daphne, has always been dependably prone to catastrophe. And Wendy has always been there to help. If Daphne veers from suicidal to madly in love, Wendy offers encouragement. But when Daphne is suddenly engaged, pregnant, and decorating a fabulous town house in no time at all, Wendy is . . . not so happy for her. Caught between wanting to be the best friend she prides herself on being and crippling jealousy of flighty Daphne, Wendy takes things to the extreme, waging a full-scale attack on her best friend — all the while wearing her best, I'm-so-happy-for-you smile — and ends up in way over her head. Rosenfeld has a knack for exposing the not-always-pretty side of being best friends — in writing that is glittering and diamond-sharp. is a smart, darkly humorous, and uncannily dead-on novel about female friendship.