This review (and the dozen or so others I’ve posted tonight) are all from a now long defunct livejournal and have been only minimally edited.
Justine Levy is Bernard-Henri Levi’s daughter. This is her novel about life with a famous father she worships and how all her boyfriends both hate and want to be her father and how none of them can win her love like her father can.
It is basically crap. When I realize I have read things like this, sometimes I wonder about myself.