“Reminded me a lot of 80s trash novels with all of the excess and powerful women juggling relationships and families. A bit Jackie Collins, if you like, but it did feel a bit out of place in today's chick lit. Sometimes I thought Candace Bushnell tended towards talking a load of rubbish (using a mobile phone- "I've used this phone on a remote island off Turkey but I can't get service in Connecticut?" Where does she think Turkey is? How remote can an island off the coast of Turkey be? But you know, I get the point.) and the excess of the rich and fabulous got to me a little ("-her daughter, Katrina, had recently become obsessed with cooking and had been insisting that Seymour take her to all the four star restaurants in Manhattan" My son has also recently become obsessed by cooking. So I let him cook, in my kitchen. Hello?!?) And then there was the repetetive whining ("It was a ridiculous job, being a fashion designer. Two collections a year, with barely time to breathe in between, having to come up with something "new", something "fresh".... It was a wonder any of them managed to keep going at all." Cry me a river, darling. Count your cash and cheer up, love!) which made it slightly difficult to sympathise with or even like the main characters. Still, for a bit of light reading to take your mind off the weather, it was ok. Just don't take it too seriously.”
StellaMac wrote this review Thursday, August 28 2008.
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