Hee! Fashion is sometimes my button (I have watched so many bad movies for costume porn!), but I think in a lot of chick lit, I am bugged by the focus on brand names and class, particularly the focus on how the more obscure and expensive the brand is, the better the style is. And in this book, I am bugged by the hints that even though Shuyler shops at Salvation Army, her natural upper-class-ness makes the clothes stylish, as opposed to Bliss' stepmother BobiAnn.