When Harry Hit the Hamptons
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Publisher Description
Harry, toast of the L.A. party scene, has just landed in the Hamptons facing an ultimatum: clean up his act or be cut off from the family fortune. But the "sleepy resort" that his father remembers is now the hottest party scene on the East Coast. And everyone has plans for Harry...
Soon, millions are riding on who can win his heart and his hand-in marriage, that is. Two women-an overweight heiress and a self-made, but heartbroken, businesswoman-vie for the prize. But can anyone really tame Harry?
Author Mara Goodman-Davies grew up among the Hamptons elite before turning to comedy and writing. When Harry Hit the Hamptons is filled with the kind of delicious gossip only an insider could know.
Goodman-Davies dishes on the flings and schemes of the rich and famous in this hilarious and heartwarming debut novel- lively ride through a summer of love and trickery, all set against the celebrity-filled Hamptons scene.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Goodman-Davies skewers the misbehaving Hamptons elite in her first novel, a guilty pleasure beach read. When Harry Raider, prince of the L.A. party scene, lands in the hospital after a particularly wild night, his billionaire daddy puts his foot down: Harry will go to the Hamptons to dry out or be disowned. Couldn't Mr. Raider's $3.4 billion buy him a celebrity magazine? The poor fool still thinks of the Hamptons as a sleepy cluster of beach shacks. As soon as the news makes it to Harry's childhood friend, "preppy haute-couture homosexual" stylist Chas Greer, he makes plans to marry the 38-year-old man-child off to the highest bidder. Goodman-Davies's author bio makes much of her own Hamptons youth, but thanks to gossip columnists, America's voracious appetite for scandalous tales of the rich and famous and the one-woman show that is Paris Hilton, there's barely such a thing as East Hampton insider info. Coke-snorting, bulimic socialites and calculating mama's boys act badly enough for a pretty good farce, and while Goodman-Davies's writing can be snappy, mostly it has the panache of a Sweet Valley Twins installment. Scenes of outlandish excess and its attendant misery are diverting, but, as with junk food, a little goes a long way.
