Bergdorf Blondes
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- $229.00
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- $229.00
Descripción editorial
The no. 1 Sunday Times bestselling satire of New York high society from the wickedly funny pen of Plum Sykes, an addictive cocktail of parties, fashion and romance
'Perfectly pitched – playful, funny, satirical and sweet. I laughed out loud many times' Anna Wintour, Vogue
'Sykes has a distinctive, wily and well-deployed comic voice … Into the blender go Bridget Jones, Anita Loos, Sex and the City and Clueless; out comes a diabolically amusing concoction' New York Times
'A masterpiece: never has intelligence been so wickedly dark, on-point and outright funny ... I'm full of awe and admiration' Alain de Botton on Party Girls Die in Pearls
Meet moi, 'a champagne bubble of a girl about town working at being a princess by day and by night on the prowl for that elusive, must-have accessory every girl simply demands: an impossibly rich fiancé'.
It shouldn't be too tricky. After all, her BFF is Julie Bergdorf, department store heiress, queen of Park Avenue and owner of hair universally acknowledged as the Perfect Shade of Blonde.
Life is a whirl of ball gowns and blow-dries (which inevitably take waaay too long, because hairdressers always need to talk through their addictions).
But, strictly entre nous, it can actually be très draining to mix parties, peach bellinis and private jets ('PJs' to those fluent in globetrotting) while maintaining a standout collection of Chloé jeans and a job.
How does she manage it?
Plum Sykes lifts the lid on Manhattan's elite in this devilishly witty, deliciously addictive tale of the search for love – and the ultimate Manolos.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
They're ravenous. They're ruthless. They live in a strictly hierarchical, alpha-dog, eat-or-be-eaten world. No, it's not a rerun of Wild America; it's the world of dressed-to-the-nines Park Avenue heiresses, aka Bergdorf Blondes, botoxed to within an inch of their barely-into-the-third-decade lives. Our unnamed London-born heroine is New York's favorite "champagne-bubble-about-town" and just as effervescent and exhilarating as a fine bottle of Dom Perignon. Blissfully self-interested and flush with the cheeriness that comes from being, well, flush, Miss Disposable Income 2004 sashays her way through New York society in search of the perfect P.H. (Potential Husband) "Have you any idea how awesome your skin looks if you are engaged?" and the perfect butt-shaping pair of Chloe jeans. Despair occasionally strikes when her latest prince turns into yet another toad, but it's nothing an invitation to an uber-exclusive Hermes sale and a gallon or so of Bellinis can't fix. She's got the cr me de la cr me along with her for the ride, including her best friend, the fabulously wealthy heiress Julie Bergdorf, who is tr s supportive of her nervous breakdown "You'll be able to dine out on how crazy you went in Paris for months" and a posse of chattering, Harry Winston bedecked clones with whom to limo around New York. Tacky? Absolutely. But it's impossible not to be massively entertained by a woman who refers euphemistically to oral sex as "going to Rio" in memory of the first man who suggested she get a Brazilian bikini wax, considers vodka a food group and who holds up glamour as the first of the commandments. This is a savvy and viciously funny trip into a glittery, glitzy world we sure wouldn't want to live in but by which we're more than happy to be vicariously consumed for the length of a book.
