Fluffy by Julia Kent


It all started with the wrong Help Wanted ad. Of course it did. 

I’m a professional fluffer. It’s NOT what you think. I stage homes for a living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own merits. 

Sigh. Get your mind out of the gutter. Go ahead. Laugh. I’ll wait. 

See? That’s the problem. My career has used the term “fluffer” for decades. I didn’t even know there was a more… lascivious definition of the term. 

Until it was too late. 

The ad for a “professional fluffer” on Craigslist seemed like divine intervention. My last unemployment check was in the bank. I was desperate. Rent was due. The ad said cash paid at the end of the day. The perfect job! 

Staging homes means showing your best angle. The same principle applies in making a certain kind of movie. Turns out a “fluffer” doesn’t arrange decorative pillows on a couch. 

They arrange other soft, round-ish objects. 

The job isn’t hard. Er, I mean, it is — it’s about being hard. Or, well… helping other people to be hard. 

Oh, man… 

And that’s the other problem. A man. No, not one of the stars on the movie set. Will Lotham – my high school crush. The owner of the house where we’re filming. Illegally. In a vacation rental. 

By the time the cops show up, what I thought was just a great house staging gig turned into a nightmare involving pictures of me with an undressed star, Will rescuing me from an arrest, and a humiliating lesson in my own naivete. 

My job turned out to be so much harder than I expected. But you know what’s easier than I ever imagined? 

Having all my dreams come true.

Pet’s $0.02

Maybe I’m just a dirty bird, but I’ve never connected “fluffer” with any kind of house staging. When I hear that word all I see is penises. Penises everywhere.

This was cute but it just didn't have that much depth. I never felt like I got enough of the relationship between Will and Mallory. More of the book was dedicated to explaining how Mallory was the odd girl out in high school, the mistaken porn issue and on Mallory's friends. I ended the book knowing about the same Mallory and Will as I did at the beginning.

There was a lot of humor, don’t even get me started on Beastman, but I didn’t feel like I got a lot of Mallory WITH Will. I wanted more of their relationship. There was so much that could have been done with her staging expertise and the contract she signed with Will’s company, but other than the first sale of his parent’s home you don’t hear anything else about it.

Will was sweet and didn’t seem to fit with the jock crowd that Mallory remembers him being a part of in high school. But he also didn’t seem to defend her when they’re confronted by those same mean girls and douche bags at their reunion. To find out that Will had a crush on Mallory in high school just seemed anti-climactic.

As a book about expectations vs. reality this is entertaining, but it misses its mark as a romance.