I would arrive, blank like a sheet of notebook paper, and write myself new.

Anna first fell in love with London at her hometown libraryits Jane Austen balls a far cry from her life of food stamps and hand-me-downs. But when she finally arrives after college, the real London is a moldy flat and the same paycheck-to-paycheck grindthat fairy-tale life still out of reach.

Then Anna meets the Wilders, who fly her to Saint-Tropez to tutor their teenage daughter. Swept up by the sphinxlike elder sister, Anna soon finds herself plunged into a heady whirlpool of parties and excess, a place where confidence is a birthright. There she meets two handsome young menone who wants to whisk her into his world in a chauffeured car, the other who sees through Annas struggle to outrun her past. Its like shes stepped into the pages of a glittering new novel, but what will it cost her to play the part?