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September 2000

Blonde Ambition

Candace Bushnell created a sensation with her first book, Sex and the City, spawning an HBO series that has become a phenomenon. With her sharp insight and uncensored observations of the mating rituals of the Manhattan elite, Bushnell has become a celebrity in her own right -- on television, on the newsstands, and in bookstores across the globe.

In a new collection of stories, 4 Blondes, the romantic intrigues, betrayals, victories, and insecurities of four modern women are told with Bushnell's keen wit and sardonic eye. A beautiful B-list model in "Nice N'Easy" attaches herself yearly to the man with the largest summer house in the Hamptons, but she soon realizes that snagging a rich man and living in a fancy beach house won't necessarily bring her happiness. In "Highlights (for Adults)," a high-powered magazine columnist doesn't feel that she needs a man; an examination of her deteriorating marriage shows that her literary journalist husband could never live up to her sexual or emotional expectations. Too many expectations overwhelm Princess Cecilia in "Platinum"; her marriage to "the world's most eligible bachelor" leads to a descent into paranoia that she chronicles in her journal. And in "Single Process," an aging "It girl" worries that she is getting too old to meet a local eligible bachelor, so she travels to London in search of a husband, where she makes pithy observations about the differences between British and American men.

Once again, Bushnell returns to the land of the pretty and the powerful, breaking down bedroom doors with her wry humor and frank portrayals of love and lust among the "It people."

From the former "It-girl" heroine of "Nice N'Easy," who each summer looks for a rich man who'll provide her with a house in the Hamptons, to the writer-narrator of "Single Process," who goes to London on a hunt for love and a good magazine story, Bushnell brings to life contemporary women in search of something more — when the world is pushing for them to settle for less.

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Consider this a sequel to her Sex & The City with new characters. Bushnell's quartet of blondes struggle with high-powered success, stretch marks, romantic intrigues, Manhattan expectations, dull lovers, biological clocks, and their own paranoia. Come to think of it, this novel has T.V. series potential.

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The author whose name is synonymous with her novel Sex and the City weighs in again with four loosely linked tales that form a sexually charged and withering analysis of how New York's--and London's--women work feverishly at their relationships, meanwhile trying desperately to make their names. In the first chapter, the bluntly scheming, semisuccessful model Janey Wilcox is in her 10th year of charming powerful, rich men into installing her in their Hamptons homes for the summer. The mutual benefits are obvious: the moguls get a gorgeous sex kitten to display and bed, while she summers in high style. When this arrangement leads to a few humiliating encounters, however, Janey tries her hand at screenwriting and attempts real estate school, but eventually she finds her fortune in a more realistic endeavor: a lucrative lingerie modeling contract. The next story features Winnie, a successful columnist married to a mediocre literary journalist. The victims of relentless ambition and disappointment, they lash one another with insults, each finding their only solace in one-night stands. The third tale is the paranoid confession of Cecelia, who wants to be "normal" and pops pills to mitigate her fear of being nothing without a man. The last blonde is an unnamed 40-year-old journalist who, disillusioned with Manhattan males, travels to London on a magazine assignment to compare English and American men's attitudes about sex. The Brit banter revolves entirely around sexual technique and penis size, but manages to be entertaining. Mostly, the novel is New York-centric, focused on the obsessions of desperate people and replete with glittering details to satisfy the most exacting fashionista. Though superficial, these characters' envy and spite rises from their fear of mortality, of dying without having left their mark. Mercilessly satirical, Bushnell's scathing insights and razor wit are laced with an understanding of this universal human fear, and they inspire fear and pity in the reader. Agent, Heather Schroder, ICM. (Sept.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Library Journal
Lorelei King's narration outclasses these drab tales of upper-class angst. In her four short stories, Bushnell, columnist for the New York Observer and author of Sex and the City (now a popular HBO series), paints a dismal picture of love in the Big Apple. In "Nice N' Easy," model Janey Wilcox hooks up with a different man each summer so she can vacation at his home in the Hamptons. When asked if she's concerned that her reputation will eventually catch up with her, she explains, "I'm a feminist it's about redistribution of wealth." "Highlights (for adults)" and "Platinum" show two marriages buckling under the pressures of demanding careers and high society. "Single Process" features a sex columnist researching the differences between British and American men. Even King's excellent performance is not likely to arouse most listeners' interest in Bushnell's sketchy, self-absorbed characters. Not recommended. Beth Farrell, Portage Cty. Dist. Lib., OH Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Bethany Schneider
From the acid pen that scrawled Sex and the City comes 4 Blondes, a money-bestrewn, cocaine-dusted, Pradaladen series of hilarious vignettes portraying the straight Manhattan Women.
Out Magazine
New Yorker
Bushnell's ironies are competitive [and] the sexual situations are more realistically sordid than anything on television. Her place as the Emily Post for Page Six canoodlers remains unchallenged...
Kirkus Reviews
From the writer of the original Sex and the City (1996), the source of the HBO series, four loosely linked stories (being marketed as a novel) about the glamorous exteriors and unfulfilled interiors of high-status, no-longer-young New Yorkers. Starting with her New York Observer columns, Bushnell has chronicled the romantic plights of 30-ish women who look like they have everything, and spend their time trying to believe it. Here, she does a fine job of sketching her characters and portraying, both satirically and realistically, their elite social ecology (with enough of a roman à clef feel to get people talking), but the longer pieces call for greater narrative skills than Bushnell's able to muster. In "Nice N'Easy," beautiful, cynical, gold-digger Janey Wilcox (whose situation strikingly parallels Lily Bart's in The House of Mirth) has traded in her looks and the semi-celebrity of a once-promising modeling/acting career for a string of wealthy, unpleasant, summer boyfriends, tolerated for their luxurious Hamptons houses. A bid for independence (her own summer rental, paid for by a married Hollywood mogul plus an attempt at writing) fails, but an unexpected contract as a Victoria's Secret model puts her back on top, and enables her to buy her own house. Likewise, in the amusing but slight "Crossing the Pond," a blond, 40-ish, New York sex columnist travels to London in search of a husband, and leaves disappointed, only to find herself on the flight home seated next to the man she's been looking. In grimmer scenarios, "Highlights (For Adults)," a driven, tightly wound journalist considers leaving her disappointing, less ambitioushusband but,instead, both have flings and regroup; and in "Snow Angels," Cecilia—part Princess Grace, part Princess Di—falls apart in New York and Cannes, abetted by her dangerous, Courtney Love-like, new best friend. Like a Bushnell character: glittery and irresistible but, likewise, ultimately unsatisfying.
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"Bushnell writes with the same acerbic ruthlessness that has made Sex and the City such a touchstone of our times." —The New York Times 

“Bushnell has her milieu down cold, and writes with the peculiarly New York cynicism of a woman who has attended one too many fragrance launches.” —New York Times Book Review“Enough sharp humor and canny, insightful portraits to easily fill Sex and the City’s Manolo Blahnik shoes.” —USA Today“A collection of short stories about Manhattanites whose escapades will make your own life seem tame. . . . Pour yourself a cocktail and dig in.” —Playboy“Candace Bushnell is back in fine, blunt form. . . . Fans will get what they love: the literary dirt on characters who are so manically self-absorbed they’re appealing. . . . What makes [Four Blondes] good is that it’s all about the messy clash of bad ideas, greedy expectations, and power.” —Boston Globe“In a world of fiction currently populated by earnest, neurotic female characters who hold down responsible jobs, it’s a relief to read about lives that are so much more troubled, glamorous and unapologetically shallow than our own.” —US Weekly“Bushnell’s keen eye for detail is a treat, and her knack for identifying New York-specific idiosyncrasies is a riot.” —Chicago Tribune“Jacqueline Susann meets Edith Wharton, a novel of manners with no manners, pop literature that smartly captures the mores and obsessions of our times and does so with wit, insight and a lot of talk about sex. . . . Bushnell’s satire is on target and unstrained . . . [she] has a good eye for details, a great ear for dialogue and an excellent mind for dirty thoughts.” —Seattle Times“[Four Blondes] is so trashy, crude and vulgar that you know you should stop, but you just can’t. . . . Bushnell has a scathing, unerring eye for the details and humiliations of modern urban life.” —Cleveland Plain-Dealer“[Four Blondes] is hip and funny, with zany New York trends, romantic men, silly names, and sage advice.” —Chicago Sun-Times

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781559353533
  • Publisher: Soundelux
  • Publication date: 9/28/2000
  • Format: Cassette
  • Edition description: Abridged, 2 Cassettes, 3 Hrs.
  • Pages: 180
  • Product dimensions: 4.25 (w) x 6.83 (h) x 0.59 (d)

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Candace  Bushnell
With its uncensored observations of the mating rituals of Manhattan's elite, Candace Bushnell's "Sex and the City" created a sensation, becoming an international bestseller and a worldwide hit TV series.
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Four Blondes

Chapter One

Janey Wilcox spent every summer for the last ten years in the Hamptons, and she'd never once rented a house or paid for anything, save for an occasional Jitney ticket. In the early nineties, Janey was enough of a model to become a sort of lukewarm celebrity, and the lukewarm celebrity got her a part ("thinking man's sex symbol") in one of those action movies. She never acted again, but her lukewarm celebrity was established and she figured out pretty quickly that it could get her things and keep on getting them, as long as she maintained her standards.

So every year around May, Janey went through the process of choosing a house for the summer. Or rather, choosing a man with a house for the summer. Janey had no money, but she'd found that was irrelevant as long as she had rich friends and could get rich men. The secret to getting rich men, which so many women never figured out, was that getting them was easy, as long as you didn't have any illusions about marrying them. There was no rich man in New York who would turn down regular blow jobs and entertaining company with no strings attached. Not that you'd want to marry any of these guys anyway. Every rich guy she'd been with had turned out to be weird—a freak or a pervert—so by the time Labor Day came around, she was usually pretty relieved to be able to end the relationship.

In exchange, Janey got a great house and, usually, the man's car to drive around. She liked sports cars the best, but if they were too sporty, like a Ferarri or a Porsche, that wasn't so good because the man usually had a fixation on his car and wouldn't let anyone drive it, especially a woman.

The guy she had been with last summer, Peter, was like that. Peter had golden-blond hair that he wore in a crew cut, and he was a famous entertainment lawyer, but he had a body that could rival any underwear model's. They were fixed up on a blind date, even though they'd actually met more than a dozen times at parties over the years, and he asked her to meet him at his town house in the West Village because he was too busy during the day to decide on a restaurant. After she rang the buzzer, he left her waiting on the street for fifteen minutes. She didn't mind, because the friend who fixed them up, a socialite type who had gone to college with Peter, kept emphasizing what a great old house he had on Lily Pond Lane in East Hampton. After dinner, they went back to his town house, ostensibly because he had to walk his dog, Gumdrop, and when they were in the kitchen, she spotted a photograph of him, in his bathing suit on the beach, tacked to the refrigerator door. He had stomach muscles that looked like the underside of a turtle. She decided to have sex with him that night.

This was the Wednesday before Memorial Day, and the next morning, while he was noisily making cappuccino, he asked her if she wanted to come out to his house for the weekend. She had known he was going to ask her, even though the sex was among the worst she'd had in years (there was some awkward kissing, then he sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing himself until he was hard enough to put on a condom, and then he stuck it in), but she was grateful that he had asked her so quickly.

"You're a smart girl, you know," he said, pouring cappuccino into two enameled cups. He was wearing white French boxer shorts with buttons in the front.

"I know," she said.

"No, I mean it," he said. "Having sex with me last night."

"Much better to get it out of the way."

"Women don't understand that guys like me don't have time to chase them." He finished his cappuccino and carefully washed out the cup. "It's a fucking bore," he said. "You should do all of your friends a favor and tell them to quit playing those stupid girl games. If a girl doesn't put out by the second or third date, you know what I do?"

"No," Janey said.

He pointed his finger at her. "I never call her again. Fuck her."

"No. That's exactly what you don't do. Fuck her," Janey said.

He laughed. He came up to her and squeezed one of her breasts. "If everything goes well this weekend, maybe we'll spend the whole summer together. Know what I mean?" he said. He was still squeezing her breast.

"Ow," Janey said.

"Breast implants, huh?" he said. "I like 'em. They should make all women get them. All women should look like you. I'll call you."

Still, when he hadn't called by noon on Friday, she began to have doubts. Maybe she'd read him wrong. Maybe he was totally full of shit. It was unlikely, though—they knew too many people in common. But how well did anybody really know anyone else in New York? She called up Lynelle, the socialite who had fixed them up. "Oh, I'm so glad you guys hit it off," Lynelle said.

"But he hasn't called. It's twelve-thirty," Janey said.

"He'll call. He's just a little ... strange."


"He's a great guy. We have this joke that if I weren't married to Richard, we'd be married. He calls me his non-future-ex-wife. Isn't that hysterical?"

"Hysterical," Janey said.

"Don't worry. You're just his type," Lynelle said. "Peter just has his own way of doing things."

At one-thirty, Janey called Peter's office. He was in a meeting. She called twice more, and at two-thirty, his secretary said he'd left for the day. She called the town house several times. His machine kept picking up. Finally, he called her at three-thirty. "Little anxious?" he asked. "You called eleven times. According to my caller ID."

They drove out to the Hamptons in his new Porsche Turbo. Gumdrop, a Bichon Frise with blue bows in his topknot, had to sit on her lap, and kept trying to lick her face. All the way out, Peter kept making his hand into a gun shape, pretending to shoot at the other motorists. He called everyone "a fucking Polack." Janey tried to pretend that she thought it was funny.

In Southampton, they stopped for gas at the Hess station. That was a good sign. Janey always loved that gas station, with the attendants in their civilized white and green uniforms—it really made you Feel like you were finally out of the city. There was a line of cars. Peter got out of the car and went to the bathroom, leaving the engine running. After a few minutes, the people behind her started honking. She slid into the driver's seat just as Peter came running out of the bathroom, waving his arms and screaming, "You fucking Polack, don't touch my car!"

"Huh?" she said, looking around in confusion.

He yanked open the car door. "Nobody drives my fucking car but me. Got that? Nobody touches my fucking car but me. It's my fucking car."

Janey slid gracefully out of the car. She was wearing tight jeans and high-heeled sandals that made her an inch taller than he was, and her long, nearly white, blond hair hung straight down over a man's white button-down shirt. Her hair was one of her most prized possessions: It was the kind of hair that made people look twice. She lifted her sunglasses, aware that everyone around them was now staring, recognizing her as Janey Wilcox, the model, and probably beginning to recognize Peter as well. "Listen, Buster," she said into his face. "Put a lid on it. Unless you want to see this little incident in the papers on Monday morning."

"Hey, where are you going?" he asked.

"Where do you think?" she said.

"Sorry about that," Peter said after she got back in the car. He rubbed her leg. "I've got a bad temper, baby. I explode. I can't help it. You should know that about me. It's probably because my mother beat me when I was a kid."

"Don't worry about it," Janey said. She adjusted her sunglasses.

Peter roared out of the gas station. "You are so hot, baby. So hot. You should have seen all those other men looking at you."

"Men always look at me," Janey said.

"This is going to be a great summer," Peter said.

Peter's house was everything Lynelle had promised. It was a converted farmhouse on three acres of manicured lawn, with six bedrooms and a decorator-perfect interior. As soon as they arrived, Peter got on his cell phone and started screaming at the gardener about his apple trees. Janey ignored him. She took off her clothes and walked naked out to the pool. She knew he was watching her through the sliding glass doors. When she got out of the water, he stuck his head out. "Hey baby, is the heat turned on in the pool? If it isn't, I'll call the guy and scream at him."

"It's on," she said. "I think we should figure out what parties we want to go to this weekend." She took out her own cell phone and, still naked, settled into a cushiony deck chair and started dialing.

In mid-May of the summer Janey was to turn thirty-one (her birthday was June first, and she always told everyone she was a "summer baby"), she went to the nightclub Moomba three times in one week. The first night was a party for the rap artist Toilet Paper. She stood in the middle of the room with one hip pushed out, letting photographers take her picture, then someone escorted her to a table in the corner. Joel Webb, the art collector, was there. Janey thought he was cute, even though everyone said he'd had a nose job and cheek implants and liposuction and wore lifts in his shoes because he was only five foot four. But that wasn't the problem. It was his house. For the past three years, he'd been building a big house in East Hampton; in the meantime, he'd been renting what Janey considered a shack—a rundown three-bedroom cottage.

"I need a girlfriend. Fix me up with one of your gorgeous friends, huh?" he said.

"How's your house coming?" Janey said.

"The contractors promised it would be done by July fourth. Come on," he said, "I know you can think of someone to fix me up with."

"I thought you had a girlfriend," Janey said.

"Only by default. We break up during the year, but by the time summer comes, I get so lonely I take her back."

Two nights later, Janey showed up at Moomba with Alan Mundy, whom everyone was calling the hottest comic in Hollywood. She'd met Alan years ago, when she was doing that film in Hollywood—he was a nobody then and had a tiny part in the movie, playing a lovesick busboy. They sort of became friends and sort of stayed in touch, talking on the phone about once a year, but Janey now told everyone he was a great friend of hers. Her booker at her modeling agency told her Alan was coming into New York on the sly, so Janie called his publicist and he called her right back. He'd just broken up with his girlfriend and was probably lonely. "Janey, Janey," he said. "I want to see all the hot places. Tear up the town."

"As long as we don't have to patch it back together when you're done," she said.

"God, I've missed you, Janey," he said.

He picked her up in a Rolls Royce limousine. His hair had been dyed red for his last movie role, and he had an inch of black roots. "Whatcha doing now, kid?" he asked. "Still acting?"

"I've been acting every day of my life," Janey said.

Inside the club, Alan drank three martinis in a row. Janey sat close to him and whispered in his ear and giggled a lot. She had no real interest in Alan, who in actuality was the kind of geeky guy who would work at a car wash, which was exactly what he used to do in between jobs before he became famous. But nobody else had to know that. It raised her status enormously to be seen with Alan, especially if it looked like they could potentially be an item.

Alan was drunk, sticking the plastic swords from his martinis into his frizzy hair. "What do you want, Janey?" he asked. "What do you want out of life?"

"I want to have a good summer," Janey said.

She got up to go to the bathroom. She passed Redmon Richardly, the bad-boy southern writer. "Janey, Janey," he said. "I'm soooo glad to see you."

"Really?" Janey said. "You were never glad to see me before."

"I'm always glad to see you. You're one of my good friends," Redmon said. There was another man at the table. Short brown hair. Tanned. Slim. Too handsome. Just the way Janey liked them. "See? I always said Janey was a smart model," Redmon said to the man.

The man smiled. "Smart and a model. What could be better?"

"Dumb and a model. The way most men like them," Janey said. She smiled back, aware of the whiteness of her teeth.

"Zack Manners. Janey Wilcox," Redmon said. "Zack just arrived from England. He's looking for a house in the Hamptons. Maybe you can help him find one."

"Only if I get to live in it," Janey said.

"Interesting proposition," Zack said.

Janey went upstairs to the bathroom. Her heart was thumping. Zack Manners was the huge English record producer. She stood in line for the bathroom. Redmon Richardly came up behind her. "I want him," Janey said.

"Who? Zack?" He laughed. "You and a million other women all over the world."

"I don't care," Janey said. "I want him. And he's looking for a house in the Hamptons."

"Well ... you ... can't ... have ... him," Redmon said.

"Why not?" Janey stamped her foot.

Redmon put his arms around her like he was going to kiss her. He could do things like that and get away with it. "Come home with me tonight."


"Because it'd be fun."

"I'm not interested in fun."

"Ditch that geek you're with and come home with me. What are you doing with a geek like that, anyway? I don't care if he's famous. He's still a geek."

"Yeah, well, being with a geek like that makes men like you more interested in me."

"Oh, come on."

"I want to have a good summer," Janey said. "With Zack."

Janey and Alan left half an hour later, after Alan accidentally spilled two martinis. On their way out, they passed Redmon's table. Janey casually slipped her hand into the back pocket of Alan's jeans. Then she looked over her shoulder at Zack.

"Call me later," Redmon said loudly. ...

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Table of Contents

Nice N'Easy
Highlights (For Adults)
Single Process
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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2011

    A disappointment

    I love reading light "chick lit" during the summer. That's what I was looking for and instead found a vulgur excuse for a compilation of 4 short stories. I'm one of those people who cannot NOT finish a book, so now that I've started I must finish it but it's taking forever. The characters are the type of people that you try to forget actually exist in real life b/c they're basically evil and selfish.

    It's not entertaining. It's not interesting. It's not even well written.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 16, 2011

    Couldn't Wait For it to end.

    Im usually a big fan of Candace but 4blondes was nothing like her others. I really just couldnt get a good flow for it. There are 4 different stories that never really connect or seem to have a meaning.

    4 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 10, 2011

    Not what I thought

    I should have read reviews before purchasing. I read the first section and then put it down. Even the first section was just ok.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 6, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    Wasn't Impressed

    I love Sex and the City. I love One Fifth. I hated this book. I'm still a huge Candace Bushnell fan, but this book just wasn't fun to read. The characters are forgettable and I the only reason I finished the book was because I'm too nosey not to finish what I start.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 18, 2013

    Major disappointment unfortunately

    Major disappointment unfortunately

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 8, 2012


    Not what I expected. Stories were random, with no real resolution or plot

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 5, 2010

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    Expected More from Bushnell

    I was really looking for a follow up to Sex and the City. The format was annoying - four disconnected stories. I didn't even finish the fourth. The characters weren't interesting and their was no plot. See my recommendations if you need a SATC fix.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2008

    Don't waste your money

    If I could have given this book 0 stars I would have, but the lowest rating available is 1 star. Crass, vulgar, poor taste... her 'blondes' are vapid and self absorbed, not witty and clever like the SATC women. Save your money and buy a book that is more worthwhile to read. Like something by Sophie Kinsella

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2007


    This is the first of Candace Bushnell's books I have read, and I doubt that I will read more. It is pure fluff - which does make for quick and easy reading, but there is no depth to it at all. I find myself wondering what the point is. It is a little explicit at times, which is not in itself a problem, it is just that this does nothing to enhance the storyline. Save your time and try something else. I particularly enjoyed 'Wicked' and 'Son of a Witch' by Gregory Maguire. Couldn't put them down!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2006

    Low Class

    I read the book thinking that I would have fun reading it. However, what I found was extremely the opposite. How can a writer be so low-class and vulgar? I was surprised to see that her book was on New York's bestseller list. Reading this book is like watching a porn movie, and I speak of myself when I say reading such profanity and watching filth is not my style. I do not recommend this book to anyone. It's a shame to waste money on it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2006

    Bad times

    I loooved Trading Up, but found myself loathing 4 Blondes. I picked it up as a beach time read, but found it much too dull. There was no part of the story that even managed to make any sort of sense. The way she switched perspectives was dizzying and unneccesary. The characters were almost absolute separate entities and it leads me to wonder why these four characters were joined under one cover. I made it through the book in two days on because I knew if I stopped I would NEVER pick it up again. It was a complete and utter disappointment. It has turned me off of Candace Bushnell books completely.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2006

    Terrible book - not at all funny

    This book is seriously pathetic. After loving Sex and the City, just like other readers, I figured I would find this funny and entertaining. There is a lot of sexual content that is written in an extremely vulgar way. I don't think an author needs to be so explicit to make her point, especially if it's a novel. I can't express enough how much I think this book was horrible.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2006

    Not a good sequel to sex

    This book was so hard to get through. You feel no connection with the characters and their life issues seem shallow and self involved. The first three stories end sadly. Besides the fact that the majority of the book is boring, the last part called 'single process' is the only character I felt I liked.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 8, 2005


    After loving Sex and the City on HBO, I thought I'd try one of Bushnell's books. I hated it, couldn't even finish it after 2 different attempts to read it. I read the stories about the first 2 blondes. What sad, pathetic lives they lead, completing unamussing and unrelatable. The biggest thing I found missing that I love from the tv series - humor.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2006


    This was one of the worst books I have ever read. Not only was it boring, but the characters were those that nobody could relate to, nor would they want to. The main characters throughout this book were shallow, self-centered, spoiled women that were to be perceived as glamorous. The author portrayed this as acceptable behavior and even something that other women should strive for. I would not recommend this book to anyone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2005

    One star is really too high.

    This book is tedious and filled with with one-dimensional characters. I generally pass books on to friends or the used book store after I finish them, but the only appropriate place for this - in my opinion -was the trash can.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2005

    DO NOT buy this book!

    This book was horribly written, especially the 3rd and 4th parts of the book. I felt all the stories unorganized and lacking the 'hook' that you need to make a book interesting. I thought I would enjoy this book because I liked 'Trading Up' by Candice Bushnell, but boy was I wrong! Spend your money on 'Trading Up,' NOT on this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2005

    Not Worth the Time

    Pretty bad stories and writing. How did such a hit like 'Sex and the City' come from such an awful writer? Thank goodness HBO had the smarts to hire excellent writers for the show, because the book was just downright dumb.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2005

    What is everyone talking about?

    I actually hate the show Sex and the City, and I figured I would not like her books as well. I was completely wrong, I loved this book, espically the first story. I thought it was very cleaver and I couldn't put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2005

    A Big Let Down

    When I first got the book, 4 Blondes, I was excited because it was by Candace Bushnell, and I love the show Sex In the City. But when I go to the second story I was just irritated. The characters were all self-centered , shallow, and addicted to cocaine. The book was a complete and total waste of my time. I would not recomend this book to another living soul.

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