Hill (An Ordinary Woman, 2002, etc.) skips the earnest inner-city dramas this time around and has a little fun—but just a little.
Even in elementary school, plain and bookish Maggie Drew never understood why all the boys would do anything for her flirty little friends Tiffany and Chantel. Their charmed lives only got better once the trio were all grown up. Her childhood friends effortlessly acquired fabulous jobs, expensive cars, condos and townhouses, wardrobes to die for. What, Maggie wonders, is the secret of their success? And why are they known as capital-D Divas? When Tiffany and Chantel leave New York for an extended vacation, Maggie agrees to step into their shoes and in effect becomes each of them in turn. All of a sudden, men notice her, even though she’s an ordinary, overweight, 30-ish woman who wears glasses and bites her nails to the quick. Reading their diaries and browsing through their computer files provides some clues. Tiffany and Chantel belong to an international club, Divas, Inc., for women who want only the best. Maybe she’s imagining it, but the founder’s Web-site picture looks kind of like Maggie’s nutty grandma. But our heroine has other things to worry about, like the extra boyfriends she’s suddenly acquired. Hey, could she be a Diva at heart?
Squeaky-clean and wholesome, without a hint of sex, sass, or flava.