Love or Something Like It, by Deidre Shaw.
It occurred to me then that for the first time that we were getting older, that our pain and misfortune might not always be erasable, that our lives going forward might hold some disappointment, the adult kind, the kind that mattered.
I liked this novel a lot, probably because the narrator and main character, Lacey, seemed a lot like me, at least to an extent. She gets married and moves with her husband Toby to L.A., where he is a comedian. She tries to get into the Hollywood scene, and starts out as a writer's assistant, finally making her way up to script writer. And she encounters many trials and tribulations along the way. As one of the reviews of the novel says: "This book reads like the long-awaited letter from that friend of yours who decamped to L.A. a decade ago: newsy, funny, sad, triumphant" (Caitlin Macy).
4.5 stars out of 5.