From the back of the book: To everyone who’s anyone in New York, Victory Ford, Wendy Healy and Nico O’Neilly are riding high, the beautiful faces of success in the city. Victory is the hottest new designer on the block; Wendy is president of Parador Pictures with a sure-fire hit in production and three gorgeous children; and Nico is the editor of Bonfire magazine, the city’s style bible. To the outside world they’ve hit their prime.
The trouble is, from where Victory, Wendy and Nico are standing, things don’t look quite that way. Nico is fitting in guilty extra-marital sex with an underwear model, Victory’s last collection bomed and Wendy’s twelve-year marriage to her metrosexual house-husband is in freefall.
Fierce, funny and flawed, Candace Bushnell’s new heroines are also irresistible, and as she follows them through the minefield of work, love and life at the top she gives us a hugely entertaining lesson on how to stay ahead and keep laughing in the toughest town on the planet. Welcome to the Lipstick Jungle.
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I took this book from my sister and it’s my first chick-lit since the last Shopaholic installment by Sophie Kinsella. For those who don’t know, Candace Bushnell is the author of Sex and the City (SATC) and One Fifth Avenue. Like SATC, Lipstick Jungle was also picked up by a production company to turn into prime-time drama. There is undoubtedly a lure of life of the fabulous in New York. I didn’t watch either of the series, except for the SATC movie. Frankly, I’d choose Dirty Sexy Money any day. But I digress.
This book is not exactly funny in my opinion. It might be funny in a chick-lit sort of way, but it’s not biting me. Seeing successful White female whine about the New York subway or not being able to afford $25000 pearls doesn’t constitute funny. I don’t exactly see where the humour is, really. It’s a whiney book through and through. Then again, isn’t all chicklit like this? Heroine who can’t solve their own problems despite clawing their way up to be CEOs and chief producers. This does not make a character more real, does it? Again, are they supposed to be real?
While it’s no difficult task to read this book, each time I read about their stupidity I feel like hurling the book out of the window or burn it. Women shouldn’t be that stupid, inept or whiney, really.
Pah. 7 more chicklit to read this year to complete my challenge. If all of them are going to be like this it’s going to be a looong ride.
Lipstick Jungle
From the back of the book: To everyone who’s anyone in New York, Victory Ford, Wendy Healy and Nico O’Neilly are riding high, the beautiful faces of success in the city. Victory is the hottest new designer on the block; Wendy is president of Parador Pictures with a sure-fire hit in production and three gorgeous children; and Nico is the editor of Bonfire magazine, the city’s style bible. To the outside world they’ve hit their prime.
The trouble is, from where Victory, Wendy and Nico are standing, things don’t look quite that way. Nico is fitting in guilty extra-marital sex with an underwear model, Victory’s last collection bomed and Wendy’s twelve-year marriage to her metrosexual house-husband is in freefall.
Fierce, funny and flawed, Candace Bushnell’s new heroines are also irresistible, and as she follows them through the minefield of work, love and life at the top she gives us a hugely entertaining lesson on how to stay ahead and keep laughing in the toughest town on the planet. Welcome to the Lipstick Jungle.
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I took this book from my sister and it’s my first chick-lit since the last Shopaholic installment by Sophie Kinsella. For those who don’t know, Candace Bushnell is the author of Sex and the City (SATC) and One Fifth Avenue. Like SATC, Lipstick Jungle was also picked up by a production company to turn into prime-time drama. There is undoubtedly a lure of life of the fabulous in New York. I didn’t watch either of the series, except for the SATC movie. Frankly, I’d choose Dirty Sexy Money any day. But I digress.
This book is not exactly funny in my opinion. It might be funny in a chick-lit sort of way, but it’s not biting me. Seeing successful White female whine about the New York subway or not being able to afford $25000 pearls doesn’t constitute funny. I don’t exactly see where the humour is, really. It’s a whiney book through and through. Then again, isn’t all chicklit like this? Heroine who can’t solve their own problems despite clawing their way up to be CEOs and chief producers. This does not make a character more real, does it? Again, are they supposed to be real?
While it’s no difficult task to read this book, each time I read about their stupidity I feel like hurling the book out of the window or burn it. Women shouldn’t be that stupid, inept or whiney, really.
Pah. 7 more chicklit to read this year to complete my challenge. If all of them are going to be like this it’s going to be a looong ride.