Everyone Worth Knowing

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WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A GIRL ON THE FRINGE ENTERS THE REALM OF NEW YORK'S CHIC, PARTY-HOPPING ELITE?

Soon after Bette Robinson quits her horrendous Manhattan banking job like the impulsive girl she's never been, the novelty of walking her four-pound dog around her unglamorous Murray Hill neighborhood wears as thin as the "What are you going to do with your life?" phone calls from her parents. Then Bette meets Kelly, head of Manhattan's hottest PR firm, and suddenly she has a ...

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Overview

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A GIRL ON THE FRINGE ENTERS THE REALM OF NEW YORK'S CHIC, PARTY-HOPPING ELITE?

Soon after Bette Robinson quits her horrendous Manhattan banking job like the impulsive girl she's never been, the novelty of walking her four-pound dog around her unglamorous Murray Hill neighborhood wears as thin as the "What are you going to do with your life?" phone calls from her parents. Then Bette meets Kelly, head of Manhattan's hottest PR firm, and suddenly she has a brand-new job where the primary requirement is to see and be seen inside the VIP rooms of the city's most exclusive nightclubs. But when Bette begins appearing in a vicious new gossip column, she realizes that the line between her personal and professional life is...invisible.

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Editorial Reviews

From Barnes & Noble
Lauren Weisberger, the chick-lit queen who gave us The Devil Wears Prada, now delivers a dressed-to-kill expose of New York's PR moguls. Its main squeeze is 26-year-old Bette Robinson, an ex-investment banker workaholic who discovers life on the other side when she joins Manhattan's hottest PR and event-planning firm. Bette's sudden immersion into a VIP party world eventually has dizzying consequences for her, but for us, it's one marathon joyride.
From the Publisher
"Packed with celebrity mentions and insider takes on exclusive Manhattan nightspots.... Weisberger's fans...are sure to enjoy the dishy details."

-- Booklist

"Deliciously entertaining."

-- Life magazine

Liesl Schillinger
With her fatuous, clunky second novel, Everyone Worth Knowing,…Weisberger is unlikely to silence her detractors. She has in no way strengthened her writerly muscle, but she has wised up: she no longer believes in the purple unicorn of job satisfaction. Her new, more durable, fantasy is having no job at all…If Bette has the luck that Weisberger has…she may never need a day job again.
— The New York Times Book Review
Publishers Weekly
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. Agent, Deborah Schneider at Gelfman Schneider. 400,000 first printing. (Oct. 4) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Who wouldn't want a job that allows one to party for a living? That's just what Bettina "Bette" Robinson has. When she quits working at an investment bank, her uncle, a well-connected columnist, hooks her up with the hot PR firm, Kelly & Company. For Bette, a style-challenged, romance novel-obsessed daughter of hippies, the high-stakes world of celebrity takes a little getting used to-especially once she is catapulted into the arms of one of New York's most eligible bachelors and finds her every move splashed about in an infamous gossip column. Her new catch doesn't interest her as much as the hunky nightclub bouncer, Sammy, yet she must keep up the ruse for appearances. When her hectic schedule and the vicious rumors end up upsetting friends and family, Bette must decide if the charmed life is worth her self-respect. Despite the overabundant name- and brand-dropping, this is a solid sophomore novel from Weisberger (The Devil Wears Prada), who gives us a smart, complex character to root for in Bette. Recommended for public libraries. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 6/15/05.]-Misha Stone, Seattle P.L. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Weisberger (The Devil Wears Prada, 2003) again traces the misadventures of a hapless young thing sucked into a glamorous career that is psychologically and physically crushing. Bette has spent the past few post-college years living in a run-down Manhattan shoebox, slaving away at a finance job and hanging out with her best friend at a dive bar. When she impulsively quits her job, her famous columnist uncle helps her land a position at the ultra-chic PR firm Kelly & Company, where her responsibilities include being seen at the sleekest nightclubs and planning prestigious parties. Despite moaning about her lack of connections, sex appeal and designer clothes, Bette falls into step with her coke-addled colleagues and is soon slipping under the velvet rope at trendy hotspots like Bungalow 8. Her boss is thrilled when Bette appears in a notorious gossip column after being spotted with the city's sexiest bachelor, Philip Weston, Yale grad and ex-boyfriend of a fleet of models. Bette's boss has made it clear that she wants to continue seeing the company's name in the papers, and soon Bette is embroiled in a strangely asexual relationship with Philip. As she is swallowed by the shallow world of celebrity kowtowing and frenetic partying, Bette alienates her best friend and turns off a well-meaning, sweet bouncer at Bungalow 8. When the gossip columns suddenly grow more vicious and personal, Bette starts to wonder if she's making the right choices-and all comes to a head at the prized Playboy party she has been planning for months. Weisberger's attempt to turn the frothy Lizzie Grubman world of Manhattan public relations on its head lacks edge. Not as fun as Prada, but Weisberger's fans won't care.First printing of 400,000
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743262330
  • Publisher: Gallery Books
  • Publication date: 5/2/2006
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 488,658
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 12.00 (h) x 3.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Lauren Weisberger
Lauren Weisberger is the New York Times bestselling author of The Devil Wears Prada, which was published in forty languages and made into a major motion picture starring Meryl Streep and Anne Hathaway. Weisberger’s three other novels, Everyone Worth Knowing, Last Night at Chateau Marmont, and Chasing Harry Winston were all New York Times bestsellers. A graduate of Cornell University, she lives in New York City with her husband and two children. Visit LaurenWeisberger.com.

Biography

Lauren Weisberger graduated from Cornell University. Her first novel, The Devil Wears Prada, was on the New York Times hardcover bestseller list for six months. It has been published in twenty-seven countries. She lives in New York.

Author biography courtesy of Simon & Schuster, Inc.

Good To Know

"I'm addicted to Lonely Planet guides. Naturally, I'll buy one whenever I take a trip somewhere, but it goes beyond that: I've begun buying them for cities and countries I just hope to visit one day. I read all the minutiae for a given place, so that when (or really if) I ever get there, I'll know where to sleep, sightsee, and meet lots and lots of Australian backpackers."

"My obsession with jeans is bordering on the unhealthy, especially my ability to justify how many pairs I currently own or ‘need.' With very, very few exceptions (black-tie weddings being the only one that comes to mind), I wear jeans everywhere, for all occasions. The rest of the outfit doesn't interest me all that much and certainly doesn't inspire this level of devotion, but I'm both proud and embarrassed to admit that I can identify brand and fit from a distance of six city blocks."

"I am inordinately skilled at stalking people online. Googling is for amateurs: if you're serious about finding someone (and I am), there are so many better ways of approaching it. Typing someone's name and college into the computer and reading what comes up won't get you very far. Try to be more creative. For example, if you want to know more about an author, read the acknowledgments in their books, search their name and the names of the people they thank simultaneously, and work from there. Same goes for a guy you might like: try typing in keywords like ‘dating,' ‘girlfriend,' and ‘sex' to see if it unearths anything more interesting than his high school swimming records. I can't believe I'm admitting to this right now."

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    1. Hometown:
      New York, New York
    1. Date of Birth:
      March 28, 1977
    2. Place of Birth:
      Scranton, Pennsylvania
    1. Education:
      B.A. in English, Cornell University, 1999

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Chapter One

How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people?

— From "Baby, You're a Rich Man" (1967)

by John Lennon and Paul McCartney

Though I'd caught only the briefest glimpse from the corner of my eye, I knew immediately that the brown creature darting across my warped hardwood floors was a water bug — the largest, meatiest insect I'd ever seen. The superbug had narrowly avoided skimming across my bare feet before it disappeared under the bookcase. Trembling, I forced myself to practice the chakra breathing I'd learned during an involuntary week at an ashram with my parents. My heart rate slowed slightly after a few concentrated breaths of re on the inhale and lax on the exhale, and within a few minutes I was functional enough to take some necessary precautions. First I rescued Millington (who was also cowering in terror) from her hiding place under the couch. Then, in quick succession, I zipped on a pair of knee-high leather boots to cover my exposed legs, opened the door to the hallway to encourage the bug's departure, and began spraying the extra-strong black-market vermin poison on every available surface in my minuscule one-bedroom. I gripped the trigger as though it were an assault weapon and was still spraying when the phone rang nearly ten minutes later.

The caller ID flashed with Penelope's number. I almost screened her before I realized that she was one of only two potential refuges. Should the water bug manage to live through the fumigation and cruise through my living room again, I'd need to crash with her or Uncle Will. Unsure where Will was tonight, I decided it'd be wise to keep the lines of communication intact. I answered.

"Pen, I'm under attack by the largest roach in Manhattan. What do I do?" I asked the second I picked up the phone.

"Bette, I have NEWS!" she boomed back, clearly indifferent to my panic.

"News more important than my infestation?"

"Avery just proposed!" Penelope shrieked. "We're engaged!"

Goddammit. Those two simple words — we're engaged — could make one person so happy and another so miserable. Autopilot quickly kicked in, reminding me that it would be inappropriate — to say the least — if I were to verbalize what I really thought. He's a loser, P. He's a spoiled, stoner little kid in the body of a big boy. He knows you're out of his league and is putting a ring on your finger before you realize it as well. Worse, by marrying him you will be merely biding your time until he replaces you with a younger, hotter version of yourself ten years down the line, leaving you to pick up the pieces. Don't do it! Don't do it! Don't do it!

"Ohmigod!" I shrieked right back. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!"

"Oh, Bette, I knew you would be. I can barely even speak, it's just all happening so fast!"

So fast? He's the only guy you've dated since you were nineteen. It's not like this wasn't expected — it's been eight years. I just hope he doesn't catch herpes at his bachelor party in Vegas.

"Tell me everything. When? How? Ring?" I rattled off questions, playing the best friend role fairly believably, I thought, all things considered.

"Well, I can't talk too long because we're at the St. Regis right now. Remember how he insisted on picking me up for work today?" Before waiting for my answer, she raced breathlessly ahead. "He had a car waiting outside and told me it was just because he couldn't get a cab, and said that we were expected for dinner at his parents' house in ten minutes. Of course, I was a little annoyed that he hadn't even asked if I wanted to go to dinner there — he'd said he'd made reservations at Per Se, and you know how tough it is to get in there — and we were having pre-drinks in the library when in walked both our parents. Before I knew what was happening, he was down on one knee!"

"In front of all your parents? He did the public proposal?" I knew I sounded horrified, but I couldn't help it.

"Bette, it was hardly public. It was our parents, and he said the sweetest things in the world. I mean, we never would've met if it weren't for them, so I can see his point. And get this — he gave me two rings!"

"Two rings?"

"Two rings. A seven-carat flawless round in platinum that was his great-great-grandmother's for the real ring, and then a very pretty three-carat ascher-cut with baguettes that's much more wearable."

"Wearable?"

"It's not as though you can roam the streets of New York in a seven-carat rock, you know. I thought it was really smart."

"Two rings?"

"Bette, you're incoherent. We went from there to Per Se, where my father even managed to turn off his cell phone for the duration of dinner and make a reasonably nice toast, and then we went for a carriage ride in Central Park, and now we're at a suite in the St. Regis. I just had to call and tell you!"

Where, oh where, had my friend gone? Penelope, who'd never even shopped for engagement rings because she thought they all looked the same, who had told me three months earlier when a mutual college friend had gotten engaged in the back of a horse-drawn carriage that it was the tackiest thing on earth, had just morphed into a very close approximation of a Stepford Wife. Was I just bitter? Of course I was bitter. The closest I'd come to getting engaged was reading the wedding announcements in The New York Times, aka the Single Girls' Sports Page, every Sunday at brunch. But that was beside the point.

"I'm so glad you did! And I can't wait to hear every last detail, but you've got an engagement to consummate. Get off the phone with me and go make your fiance happy. How weird does that sound? 'Fiance.'"

"Oh, Avery's on a call from work. I keep telling him to hang up" — she announced this loudly for his benefit — "but he just keeps talking and talking. How has your night been?"

"Ah, another stellar Friday. Let's see. Millington and I took a walk over to the river, and some homeless guy gave her a biscuit along the way, so she was really happy, and then I came home, and hopefully killed what must be the largest insect in the tristate area. I ordered Vietnamese, but I threw it out when I remembered reading that some Vietnamese place near me was shut down for cooking dog, and so now I'm about to dine on reheated rice and beans and a packet of stale Twizzlers. Oh, Christ, I sound like a Lean Cuisine commercial, don't I?"

She just laughed, clearly having no words of comfort at that particular moment. The other line clicked, indicating that she had another call.

"Oh, it's Michael. I have to tell him. Do you care if I three-way him in?" she asked.

"Sure. I'd love to hear you tell him." Michael would undoubtedly commiserate with me over the entire situation once Penelope hung up since he hated Avery even more than I did.

There was a click, which was followed by a brief silence and then another click. "Everyone there?" Penelope squealed. This was not a girl who normally squealed. "Michael? Bette? You guys both on?"

Michael was a colleague of mine and Penelope's at UBS, but since he'd made VP (one of the youngest ever) we'd seen much less of him. Though Michael had a serious girlfriend, it took Penelope's engagement to really drive the point home: we were growing up.

"Hi, girls," Michael said, sounding exhausted.

"Michael, guess what? I'm engaged!"

There was the tiniest beat of hesitation. I knew that, like me, Michael wasn't surprised, but he would be trying hard to formulate a believably enthusiastic response.

"Pen, that's fantastic news!" he all but shouted into the phone. His volume did much to compensate for the lack of any genuine joy in his voice, and I made a mental note to remember that for next time.

"I know!" she sang back. "I knew you and Bette would be so happy for me. It just happened a few hours ago, and I'm so excited!"

"Well, we'll obviously have to celebrate," he said loudly. "Black Door, just the three of us, multiple shots of something strong and cheap."

"Definitely," I added, happy for something to say. "A celebration is most definitely in order."

"Okay, honey!" Penelope called into the distance, our drinking plans understandably of little interest. "Guys, Avery's off the phone and is pulling on the cord. Avery, stop! I've got to run, but I'll call you both later. Bette, see you at work tomorrow. Love you both!"

There was a click and then Michael said, "You still there?"

"Sure am. Do you want to call me or should I call you?" We'd all learned early on that you couldn't trust that the third line had disconnected and therefore always took the precaution of starting a new call before talking shit about the person who'd hung up first.

I heard a high-pitched voice in the background and he said, "Dammit, I just got paged. I can't talk now. Can we talk tomorrow?"

"Sure. Say hi to Megu for me, okay? And Michael? Please don't go and get engaged anytime soon. I don't think I can handle you, too."

He laughed. "You don't have to worry about that, I promise. I'll talk to you tomorrow. And Bette? Chin up. He might be one of the worst guys either of us has ever met, but she seems happy, and that's all you can ask for, you know?"

We hung up and I stared at the phone for a few minutes before twisting my body out the window in a futile attempt to see a few inches of comforting river landscape; the apartment wasn't much, but it was, thankfully, all mine. I hadn't shared it in the nearly two years since Cameron had moved out, and even though it was so long and narrow that I could stretch my legs out and almost touch the opposite wall and even though it was located in Murray Hill and even though the floorboards were warping slightly and the water bugs had taken over, I had reign over my own private palace. The building was a cement monstrosity on Thirty-fourth and First, a multi-winged behemoth that housed such illustrious tenants as one teenage member of a dismantled boy band, one professional squash player, one B-list porn star and her stable of visitors, one average Joe, one former childhood actress who hadn't worked in two decades, and hundreds upon hundreds of recent college graduates who couldn't quite handle the idea of leaving the dorm or the fraternity house for good. It had sweeping East River views, as long as one's definition of "sweeping views" includes a construction crane, a couple of Dumpsters, a brick wall from the building next door, and a patch of river approximately three inches wide that is only visible through unfathomable acts of contortion. All of this glory was mine for the equivalent monthly cost of a four-bedroom, two-and-a-half-bath single-family home upstate.

While still twisted on the couch, I reviewed my reaction to the news. I thought I'd sounded sincere enough, if not downright ecstatic, but Penelope knew ecstatic wasn't in my nature. I'd managed to ask about the rings — plural — and to state that I was very happy for her. Of course, I hadn't mustered up anything truly heartfelt or meaningful, but she was probably too giddy to notice. Overall: a solid B-plus performance.

My breathing had normalized enough to smoke another cigarette, which made me feel slightly better. The fact that the water bug hadn't resurfaced yet helped, too. I tried to assure myself that my unhappiness stemmed from my genuine concern that Penelope was marrying a truly terrible guy and not from some deep-rooted envy that she now had a fiance when I didn't have so much as a second date. I couldn't. It had been two years since Cameron had moved out, and though I'd cycled through the requisite stages of recovery (job obsession, retail obsession, and food obsession) and had gone on the usual round of blind dates, drinks-only dates, and the rarer full-dinner dates, only two guys had made third-date status. And none had made fourth. I told myself repeatedly that there wasn't anything wrong with me — and regularly made Penelope confirm this — but I was seriously beginning to doubt the validity of that statement.

I lit a second cigarette off the first and ignored Millington's disapproving doggy stare. The self-loathing was beginning to settle upon my shoulders like a familiar, warm blanket. What kind of evil person couldn't express genuine, sincere happiness on one of the happiest days of her best friend's life? How conniving and insecure does one have to be to pray that the whole thing turns out to be a giant misunderstanding? How did I get to be so wretched"?

I picked up the phone and called Uncle Will, looking for some sort of validation. Will, aside from being one of the brightest and bitchiest people on the planet, was my perpetual cheerleader. He answered the phone with the slightest gin-and-tonic slur and I proceeded to give him the short, less-painful version of Penelope's ultimate betrayal.

"It sounds as though you feel guilty because Penelope is very excited and you're not as happy for her as you should be."

"Yeah, that's right."

"Well, darling, it could be far worse. At least it's not some variation on the theme where Penelope's misery is providing you with happiness and fulfillment, right?"

"Huh?"

"Schadenfreude. You're not emotionally or otherwise benefiting from her unhappiness, right?"

"She's not unhappy. She's euphoric. I'm the unhappy one."

"Well, there you have it! See, you're not so terrible. And you, my dear, are not marrying that spoiled little brat whose only God-given talents appear to be spending his parents' money and inhaling large quantities of marijuana. Am I mistaken?"

"No, of course not. It just feels like everything's changing. Penelope's my life, and now she's getting married. I knew it would happen eventually, but I just didn't think eventually would be so soon."

"Marriage is for the bourgeoisie. You know that, Bette."

This triggered a series of mental images of Sunday brunches through the years: Will, Simon, the Essex, me, and the Sunday Styles section. We'd dissect the weddings for the duration of brunch, never failing to collapse into evil giggles as we creatively read between the lines.

Will continued. "Why on earth are you eager to enter into a lifelong relationship, the only purpose of which is to strangle every iota of individuality out of you? I mean, look at me. Sixty-six years old, never married, and I'm perfectly happy."

"You're gay, Will. And not only that, but you wear a gold band on the ring finger of your left hand."

"So what's your point? You think I'd actually marry Simon, even if I could? Those same-sex, San Francisco city hall weddings aren't exactly my scene. Not on your life."

"You've been living with him since before I was born. You do realize that you are, essentially, married."

"Negative, darling. Either one of us is free to leave at any point, without any messy legal or emotional ramifications. And that's why it works. But enough of that; I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. Tell me about the ring." I filled him in on the details he really cared about while munching the remaining Twizzlers, and didn't even realize I had fallen asleep on the couch until close to 3 A.M., when Millington woofed her desire to sleep in a real bed. I dragged us both to my room and buried my head under the pillow, reminding myself over and over that this was not a disaster. Not a disaster. Not a disaster.

Copyright © 2005 by Lauren Weisberger

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Introduction

Everyone Worth Knowing

By Lauren Weisberger

Introduction

For the five years following college, Bette Robinson has been employed at a tony New York investment bank. It's a job everyone detests — her hippie parents, who'd hoped she'd pursue activist interests; her society columnist uncle, Will, who at the very least abhors the bank's conservative dress code; and Bette herself, whose life seems to revolve around endless work hours answering to a mind-numbingly idiosyncratic boss, and tending to her dog Millington. Perhaps her best friend's engagement is the trigger, but Bette soon finds one of her boss's daily adages one too many, and quits like the impulsive girl she's never been. Though her parents push for her to do something "meaningful" with her life, Uncle Will introduces her to his former protégé, Kelly, and soon Bette finds herself with a coveted — if antithetical — job as an events planner at one of NYC's hottest outfits.

Bette's "work" takes her into the VIP lounges of the hottest celebrity- and socialite-filled New York City nightclubs every night of the week. It's a glamorous job, but Bette learns not to blink at the famous faces, the black Amex cards, velvet ropes, and paparazzi snapping pics of her coworkers and cohorts. When the "It" boy du jour, Philip Weston, takes a shine to her, Bette soon finds that the line between her personal and professional lives is...invisible. When her name begins appearing in the city's most salacious (and popular) gossip column, "New York Scoop," Bette is horrified; her coworkers, envious; Penelope, hurt; Uncle Will, concerned; and Kelly, elated. The column is penned under thepseudonym, Ellie Insider. Bette can't help but wonder who's feeding the column such intimate — and often untruthful — details; and who on earth "Ellie Insider" might be?

Discussion Questions:

1. From Bette's perspective, what is it like to live in New York City? What is gratifying about living there, and what is frustrating? Does Bette's "own private palace" (page 6) in Manhattan sound like somewhere you would want to live? Why or why not?

2. Bette's book club meetings "more closely resembled group therapy than any sort of literary exploration" (page 47). Is this a book club you can relate to? Do you think it's more important for a book group to discuss literature, or to enjoy each other's company? Or are both activities important?

3. On the surface, "Philip fit the ideal of the romantic hero more closely than any guy I'd met before" (page 141). How do Bette's early impressions of Philip compare to her attraction to Sammy, whom she initially disliked? What does this imply about the reliability of first impressions? Do you generally trust your first impressions of somebody?

4. In chapter 19, we learn that Bette spent her high school years writing letters about important world issues. How does her old letter-writing hobby embody the idealism of her youth? What one activity could symbolize Bette's current lifestyle? Would you say that Bette is still an idealist? Why or why not?

5. Bette describes the "message" of the Blackberry party, and event-planning in general, as "you - whoever you are and wherever you're reading about this fabulous event - must own one [Blackberry] so that you, too, may be young, hip, urban, and cool" (page 217). Before you read this book, were you aware of the time, effort, and money involved in event-planning? Do you think this form of marketing works? Why or why not?

6. Bette and Sammy are both carrying Lonely Planet guidebooks when they meet in the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. What does this suggest about their compatibility? How does it set them apart from the rest of the traveling group?

7. Bette briefly curses romance novels, "because they just made it too easy to maintain totally unreasonable expectations" (page 359). Do you agree that fiction fosters unrealistic hopes? Are these high expectations helpful in life and love, or a recipe for disappointment?

8. How would this story be different if Bette's character were a man? If a male event planner were linked to a socialite, would the press react differently? Would a male character's boss, friends, and parents have different reactions than the people in Bette's life?

9. If you've read The Devil Wears Prada, how does Bette's experience in the working world compare to that of Andrea, the heroine of Weisberger's previous novel? How do you think these portrayals of women at work - one right after college, one five years after college - compare?

10. Despite her outlandish adventures - from nightclubbing with millionaires in Istanbul, to gaining notoriety in the gossip columns - did you find yourself relating to Bette? What aspects of her character do you find universal?

11. What lesson is implied in the title of the book? Who is "everyone worth knowing?" How do they differ from the people on The List at Bette's former employer, Kelly & Company? Do you agree with Bette's choices of people worth knowing? Who is on your own personal Everyone Worth Knowing list?

Enhance Your Book Club:

1. Give your book club meeting a theme of glam! If you're the host, mix a pitcher of "mocktails" - as fabulous as cocktails but without the alcohol - and serve them in style. Find fun drink recipes here: http://cocktails.about.com/library/recipes/blmocktails.htm. Plastic martini glasses are $5.95 for a set of 20 at www.orientaltrading.com, and should also be available at your local party store.

2. Write a fictional gossip column item about another member of the book group. Pretend you have the "scoop" on her wild behavior at a place she frequents, even if it's just the local grocery store! For inspiration, revisit some of Ellie Insider's pieces, found on pages 170, 266, and 306.

3. Take your book club to a Turkish restaurant, for a taste of what Bette enjoyed in Istanbul. If there isn't a restaurant in your area, cook an authentic Turkish dish for your book club. You can find recipes, and a partial list of Turkish restaurants across America, here: http://www.anatolia.com/anatolia/cooking/default.asp.

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 and Anne Hathaway, won a Golden Globe Award and grossed over $300 million worldwide. Her second novel, Everyone Worth Knowing, was also a New York Times bestseller. She lives in New York City with her husband.

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Everyone Worth Knowing

By Lauren Weisberger

Introduction

For the five years following college, Bette Robinson has been employed at a tony New York investment bank. It's a job everyone detests — her hippie parents, who'd hoped she'd pursue activist interests; her society columnist uncle, Will, who at the very least abhors the bank's conservative dress code; and Bette herself, whose life seems to revolve around endless work hours answering to a mind-numbingly idiosyncratic boss, and tending to her dog Millington. Perhaps her best friend's engagement is the trigger, but Bette soon finds one of her boss's daily adages one too many, and quits like the impulsive girl she's never been. Though her parents push for her to do something "meaningful" with her life, Uncle Will introduces her to his former protégé, Kelly, and soon Bette finds herself with a coveted — if antithetical — job as an events planner at one of NYC's hottest outfits.

Bette's "work" takes her into the VIP lounges of the hottest celebrity- and socialite-filled New York City nightclubs every night of the week. It's a glamorous job, but Bette learns not to blink at the famous faces, the black Amex cards, velvet ropes, and paparazzi snapping pics of her coworkers and cohorts. When the "It" boy du jour, Philip Weston, takes a shine to her, Bette soon finds that the line between her personal and professional lives is...invisible. When her name begins appearing in the city's most salacious (and popular) gossip column, "New York Scoop," Bette is horrified; her coworkers, envious; Penelope, hurt; Uncle Will, concerned; and Kelly, elated. The column is penned under the pseudonym, Ellie Insider. Bette can't help but wonder who's feeding the column such intimate — and often untruthful — details; and who on earth "Ellie Insider" might be?

Discussion Questions:

1. From Bette's perspective, what is it like to live in New York City? What is gratifying about living there, and what is frustrating? Does Bette's "own private palace" (page 6) in Manhattan sound like somewhere you would want to live? Why or why not?

2. Bette's book club meetings "more closely resembled group therapy than any sort of literary exploration" (page 47). Is this a book club you can relate to? Do you think it's more important for a book group to discuss literature, or to enjoy each other's company? Or are both activities important?

3. On the surface, "Philip fit the ideal of the romantic hero more closely than any guy I'd met before" (page 141). How do Bette's early impressions of Philip compare to her attraction to Sammy, whom she initially disliked? What does this imply about the reliability of first impressions? Do you generally trust your first impressions of somebody?

4. In chapter 19, we learn that Bette spent her high school years writing letters about important world issues. How does her old letter-writing hobby embody the idealism of her youth? What one activity could symbolize Bette's current lifestyle? Would you say that Bette is still an idealist? Why or why not?

5. Bette describes the "message" of the Blackberry party, and event-planning in general, as "you - whoever you are and wherever you're reading about this fabulous event - must own one [Blackberry] so that you, too, may be young, hip, urban, and cool" (page 217). Before you read this book, were you aware of the time, effort, and money involved in event-planning? Do you think this form of marketing works? Why or why not?

6. Bette and Sammy are both carrying Lonely Planet guidebooks when they meet in the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. What does this suggest about their compatibility? How does it set them apart from the rest of the traveling group?

7. Bette briefly curses romance novels, "because they just made it too easy to maintain totally unreasonable expectations" (page 359). Do you agree that fiction fosters unrealistic hopes? Are these high expectations helpful in life and love, or a recipe for disappointment?

8. How would this story be different if Bette's character were a man? If a male event planner were linked to a socialite, would the press react differently? Would a male character's boss, friends, and parents have different reactions than the people in Bette's life?

9. If you've read The Devil Wears Prada, how does Bette's experience in the working world compare to that of Andrea, the heroine of Weisberger's previous novel? How do you think these portrayals of women at work - one right after college, one five years after college - compare?

10. Despite her outlandish adventures - from nightclubbing with millionaires in Istanbul, to gaining notoriety in the gossip columns - did you find yourself relating to Bette? What aspects of her character do you find universal?

11. What lesson is implied in the title of the book? Who is "everyone worth knowing?" How do they differ from the people on The List at Bette's former employer, Kelly & Company? Do you agree with Bette's choices of people worth knowing? Who is on your own personal Everyone Worth Knowing list?

Enhance Your Book Club:

1. Give your book club meeting a theme of glam! If you're the host, mix a pitcher of "mocktails" - as fabulous as cocktails but without the alcohol - and serve them in style. Find fun drink recipes here: http://cocktails.about.com/library/recipes/blmocktails.htm. Plastic martini glasses are $5.95 for a set of 20 at www.orientaltrading.com, and should also be available at your local party store.

2. Write a fictional gossip column item about another member of the book group. Pretend you have the "scoop" on her wild behavior at a place she frequents, even if it's just the local grocery store! For inspiration, revisit some of Ellie Insider's pieces, found on pages 170, 266, and 306.

3. Take your book club to a Turkish restaurant, for a taste of what Bette enjoyed in Istanbul. If there isn't a restaurant in your area, cook an authentic Turkish dish for your book club. You can find recipes, and a partial list of Turkish restaurants across America, here: http://www.anatolia.com/anatolia/cooking/default.asp.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2011

    Great book!

    Slow to read at first, but ended up not being able to out it down. Great story about ending up somewhere differently than expected and everything that comes with it. I was pleasantly surprised with the underlying romance story.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 10, 2011

    An awesome glamour chick lit read

    I just finished reading this book yesterday. I absolutely loved The Devil Wears Prada so I thought I would try another book by Lauren Weisberger and this one came recommended from a friend. This book was fabulous. Who hasn't thought of what it would be like to be able to have that dream job, in this case event planning for a huge PR company, going out every night and socializing with the elite, and every celebrity imaginable. The love story between Sammy and Bette was so cute though by the end of the book I was a little disappointed that it didn't end with him telling her he was madly in love with her and them riding off into the sunset, but I till thought this book was an enjoyable read. I absolutely HATED Abby, and Elisa was someone who wore on my nervs constantly with her holier than thou, anorexic, drug addicted self. Finding out that Phillip batted for the other team was funny but it was pretty obvious given the way he talked and acted that this would be the outcome. I mean like Bette said who says drinky? Overall though this book was fantastic and I already downloaded Chasing Harry Winston so that I could read more Lauren Weisberger!

    2 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 9, 2011

    Love

    Great book.... fun to read

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 1, 2011

    Great!!!

    Considering I love legal thrillers and conspiracy-theory novels, thinking that this is a great novel must mean something, right... Great chick-lit without being cheesy, funny and entertaining style... Couldn't put it down, an easy read!!!! Have read all of Weisenberg's books, so I'm looking forward to the next!!!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 6, 2011

    Fun

    This was a fun book. I read this a few years ago not knowing she was also the author of one of my favorite movies, "Devil Wears Prada." Lauren has a fun writing style and makes the "girl next door" shine.

    This is perfect when you want an easy, feel good read.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 1, 2010

    Is Lauren Wesiberger a secret member of the paparazzi?

    If you love Hollywood fashion, red carpets, celebrity gossip, and parties galore than this is the book for you! Bette, an investment banker with a terribly boring and predictable life suddenly finds herself thrust into the most coveted job in Manhattan. Like the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, her life "gets flipped turned upside down." Caught in the whirlwind of change, Bette finds herself facing new drama, scandals, love interests, and enemies. Will her new life have room for her old friends? And who is it she can really trust now? Predict Bette's next move as you keep turning pages. Perhaps share your thoughts with a friend or two. After all, Bette would express her opinions with the book club girls, so why shouldn't you?

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2008

    fabulous

    A great book for anyone who loves to hear about the fabulous and sometimes fabricated lives of young new yorkers. Could not put this one down.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2014

    Loved it

    Loved it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2014

    Love it

    I love this book. It was fun to read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2013

    Highly Recommend! I really enjoyed it!

    Great characters & story line. I really enjoyed!

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  • Posted August 13, 2013

    Listened to it on tape and it was very entertaining. 

    Listened to it on tape and it was very entertaining. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2012

    Love this book Love this book!!!!

    I love this ssoooo much
    I have this book at home
    im go to start reading it right now

    Peace&Love
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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2012

    Beach/Relaxing Read

    This book didn't live up to Weisberger's "Devil Wears Prada" but it was a nice mindless read. In true Weisberger fashion, the book is not all happy-go-lucky and has some low points where the characters really fall into a state of disrepair. The ending is, of course, a happy one, albeit a little rushed on the explaination of how/why it all works out.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2012

    An Entertaining Read

    Let's call a spade a spade; this book is pure, unadulterated 'chick lit'. That being said, however Everyone Worth Knowing is a fairly well-written and entertaining book. The plot and characters, while not terribly original, still mangage to carry the reader to the last page. I would recommend this book to anyone looking for a fun, quick and easy read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2012

    Fun Fluff

    Fun book. Same basic girl realizes what's important in life story. I liked it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2011

    Very entertaining!

    Easy read!

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2011

    Fantastic!

    I absolutely loved this book!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 18, 2011

    It held my intrest, ok read.

    This was a cute but predictable story. It's a decent read. However the story and characters could've been more developed.

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