From the bestselling author of The Devil Wears Prada, comes a no-holds barred expose of the world of the Manhattan super-rich.
Bette gets paid to party …
Well, to plan them, anyway. And she can hardly believe her luck. Running with celebs, gaining VIP access to Manhattan's hottest spots and meeting 'everyone worth knowing' is a million miles away from her old banking job. Overnight, New York has become her sexy late-night playground.
But quicker than you can say Birkin bag, Bette turns up in the gossip columns as girlfriend to a notorious British playboy. It's news to her – but news that delights her publicity-hungry new boss.
Her family and old friends, however, think it's not very Bette. What happened to the girl they know and love – who always had time for romantic novels, 80s music and junk food, not to mention them?
As her new and old worlds threaten to collide, can Bette say goodbye to the glamour and the Gucci, the parties and the Prada, and step back into the real world – and find a prince who's got a heart to match his charm?
‘Not since the heyday of Sex and the City has a story so caught the imagination of ladies who lunch’ Harpers & Queen
‘Perfect reading in the bath with a flute of champagne’ Evening Standard
‘A fabulous book you won’t put down’ The Sun
‘An entertaining read’ Guardian
About the author
Lauren Weisberger is the author of The Devil Wears Prada, which spent more than a year on the New York Times hardcover and paperback bestseller lists. The film version starring Meryl Streep won a Golden Globe Award and grossed over $300 million worldwide. Her successive novels have also Sunday Times and New York Times bestsellers.
She lives in New York City with her family.
A 27-year-old New York banker quits her job and finds work at a posh PR agency, trading her navy pantsuits for low-slung jeans and skimpy tops so she can hang out with the beautiful people at "in" places like Bungalow 8 (though first she has to find out what Bungalow 8 is). Weisberger's bestselling The Devil Wears Prada hinged on a similar fish-out-of-water scenario, and while it may have worked then, this time around it feels like a rehash. Bette Robinson begins as a likable enough character, but it isn't long before Weisberger's caricature of her becomes frustrating: Bette is surprisingly successful at her new job, even as she's constantly complaining about "the ridiculousness of what we were doing" i.e., orchestrating Manhattan social events in such a way that the agency's clients look good in gossip columns. Bette's personal life gets equally ridiculous treatment, as she enters into a "just for looks" and very public relationship with a British heartthrob who's really gay, as her friends and family (and the guy she really likes) look on in horror. The book occasionally entertains as when it makes jabs at the very critics who panned DWP but not nearly often enough.