Long ago, I came to the conclusion that newspapers were antiquated, television behind the times and that the Internet has  the most up-to-date information and news available.  When you consider the hundreds of thousands of blogs out there ranging from the military to what Hollywood is doing, is it any wonder?  With the proliferation of mobile media to capture moments that may later prove of valuable social significance, one has to realize the Internet and blogging are the most current, up-to-date pieces of media we have outside of Twitter’s being delivered to the cell plan of our choice.

Robert Scoble, a blogging expert and a soothsayer at Fast Company says, “that blogs and the people behind them are largely “self-correcting”; that they comprise a medium that facilitates much more instant communications among writer and reader, and thus any errors or slander or anything in between can either be lambasted and fixed in relatively short order. The ultimate ends are thus a vetted product achieved in an amount of time that beats or supersedes the fact-check methods of traditional media in the days of print-only and Letters to the Editor, etc.”

I couldn’t agree more.  There is a huge backlash against established methods of communication and research that just don’t make sense any longer.  Not when we live in the day and age where facts and pictures are available nearly instantaneously about whatever a particular individual deems important.

Scarlett Marks doesn’t know who Demi Moore is, but her friends at Call Me Agency sure do.  They think Scarlett ought to follow in Demi’s footsteps.

But Scarlett is no Hollywood leading lady.  Her former husband, now deceased, was no Bruce Willis.  In fact, Scarlett is in need of a life transforming makeover, and a birthday celebration is just the place to begin altering the fifty-something little mouse into someone oh-so-much-more in this funny story by author Lizzie T. Leaf.

Widowed, Scarlett Marks life changed when her financial manager disappeared with her money.  In desperate need of a job, she accepts the only offer she receives and is introduced into a world she didn’t know existed with the Call Me Agency whose business is phone sex. 

In the process, she meets Finn Yates, a younger man her co-workers dub a ‘boy toy’. 

Does Scarlett have what it takes to be a cougar when everything she’s ever believed about love, marriage, and cradle robbing are firmly entrenched into her very being?  Can Scarlett overcome her prejudices to find a Boy Toy of her very own?