Bad Boy
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- ¥1,600
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- ¥1,600
発行者による作品情報
"Guilty pleasures don't come much tastier" than this sharp romantic comedy from the New York Times–bestselling author of The First Wives Club (People).
Every Sunday, best friends Tracie and Jonny meet for brunch in Seattle and discuss their love lives. Tracie loves bad boys who seem too good to be true (and usually are)—while Jonny foolishly falls for girls who never like him "that way."
Then Tracie embarks on a makeover to turn him into a bad boy. She teaches him to scope out women at baggage claim; come back from a dinner date with a new girl's phone number scrawled on his hand; and always carry a motorcycle helmet—even though he doesn't ride a motorcycle.
Jonny quickly becomes a successful heartbreaker . . . just as Tracie realizes that she might be head-over-heels in love with her best friend. But there are some major obstacles in her way—including Jonny's wondering about why she never liked him for who he was without the leather—in this smart, laugh-out-loud tale of modern romance.
"An old-fashioned tale of love and friendship . . . The dialogue is crisp and funny." —Publishers Weekly
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
For all its hip talk and flaunting of high-tech accessories, Goldsmith's (The First Wives Club) cream-puff new read is an old-fashioned tale of love and friendship. In the new SeattleDa town suddenly stinking rich, "famous for its bad boys, good coffee, and Micro Millionaires"DTracie Higgins is a young reporter for the Seattle Times. Though she has a musician-poet-lout boyfriend, every Sunday Tracie meets platonic chum Jonathan Delano for brunch. Jonathan is a techno-wizard for Micro/Con; he is responsible, dedicated, environmentally correct; good to his mother and stepmothers; and alas, an ugly duckling dweeb who hasn't had sex in a year. Tracie agrees to give him a "make over": the clothes, the moves, the haircut, the linesDin short, attitude. "Women don't want nice guys," she says. She should know. In fact, every man in the book (except Jon) is a selfish leech, abusive or indifferent. Every woman seems clueless. But the dialogue is crisp and funny, and though the characters are shallow, they're lively, comradely and comic. The makeover itself is wonderfully funny, especially as poor Jon remains pretty hapless on the pickup. Soon, however, his spiffy clothes, spiked hair, stale lines and casual cruelty turn his love life around. Has the loyal friend, the true lover, the decent, smart, stock-optioned man vanished into chic-ether? Read on.
