Blood Is the New Black
A Novel
-
- 3,99 €
-
- 3,99 €
Description de l’éditeur
When nice-girl Kate McGraw finds herself working at Tasty, a magazine with its finger on the pulse of modern style, she’s finally able to put her flair for fashion to good use. But can she keep up with the Tasty staffers? Ethereally beautiful and extremely emaciated, they stay out all night, never look the worse for wear, and are always dressed to kill.
Like everyone else around the office, Kate finds herself begrudgingly reading dispatches from a snarky industry blog that dubs her colleagues “bloodthirsty vamps.” She knows they don’t mean it literally, but . . . she’s heard whispers of “fashion murders” and she has noticed strange things around the office: Like, why doesn’t her boss get laminates to fix her sharp teeth? Why are the blinds always drawn, and why is there a no-garlic policy in the cafeteria?
As well-dressed bodies begin to pile up near all the hot places, Kate has to wonder if there’s a serial killer loose with a grudge against the stylish. Or if the truth is even more sinister: Are Kate’s coworkers actually undead? And, if so, can she design an exit strategy before she finds herself at Tasty forever?
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Talking fashion and bloodsuckers is all in a day's work for wide-eyed intern Kate McAlliston in Stivers's sharp debut. When Kate takes a summer job working for Tasty, the "hottest young women's magazine in America," she discovers "blood-spattered" is not only a trend but the style favored by a nest of chic Manhattan vamps in stilettos. Lillian Hall is the elegant but oh-so-scary editor-in-chief of Tasty, headquartered in "The Dark Tower" of Oldham Inc., a media empire much like Cond Nast, one of the author's old employers. As Kate helps organize the Tasty Girl modeling contest and choose the finalists, the blood-drained bodies start to pile up, including a freelancer's poor little Chihuahua. Stivers's sly satire capitalizes on the lingering allure of The Devil Wears Prada, the bubbly appeal of Ugly Betty, the campy joy of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the drop-dead glamour of Fashion Week.
