7/4/2023 0 Comments Bergdorf blondesThey shop, they spa, they obsess over food allergies and hair highlights. When she’s not working (which appears to be 99% of the time), our fashion journalist narrator/author stand-in is being dragged around Manhattan by Julie, her Upper East Side PAP (Park Avenue Princess, one of the story’s less inspired acronyms, of which there are plenty). Vogue contributing editor Sykes has a frightening insight into the mindset of unemployed, label-addicted blonds. That would be a shame, because if books of this sort must exist-and the publishing powers-that-be seem to have decided that they must-they should all go down as smoothly as this one. There may come a time in the future when a scholar of literature will come across a copy of this debut novel and shudder, thinking it one of those post-millennium Manhattan books that worship Vera Wang and Harry Winston as deities, regard Us Weekly as a holy text, and treat reality like a sexuality transmitted disease. Yet another tale of New York girls with more room on their credit cards than thoughts between their ears-but not in a bad way.
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