A book that will make you see yourself clearly for the first time.When Becky Randle's mother dies, she's whisked from her trailer park home to New York. There she meets Tom Kelly, the world's top designer, who presents Becky with an impossible offer: He'll design three dresses to transform the very average Becky into the most beautiful woman who ever lived.Soon Becky is remade as Rebecca -- pure five-alarm hotness to the outside world and an awkward mess of cankles and split ends when she's alone. With Rebecca's remarkable beauty as her passport, soon Becky's life resembles a fairy tale. She stars in a movie, VOGUE calls, and she starts to date Prince Gregory, heir to the English throne. That's when everything crumbles. Because Rebecca aside, Becky loves him. But the idea of a prince looking past Rebecca's blinding beauty to see the real girl inside? There's not enough magic in the world.Defiant, naughty, and impossibly fun, GORGEOUS answers a question that bewilders us all: Just who the hell IS that in the mirror?
Paul Rudnick is a novelist, playwright, and screenwriter. His screenplays include Addams Family Values and In&Out, and he's written for Vogue, Entertainment Weekly, Vanity Fair, and the New Yorker. His plays have been produced both on and off Broadway and around the world and include I Hate Hamlet and Jeffrey. His first young adult novel was Gorgeous, which Libba Bray for the New York Times called "a wicked good time." Under the pen name Libby Gelman-Waxner, he is also the world's most beloved and irresponsible film critic. Paul lives in New York City.
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“My mother loved Marilyn Monroe,” I told the prince.“As did mine.”“My mom read all of these trashy books about her.”The prince paused and then admitted, “As did mine.”“Really?” I said, tickled at the thought of my mom and Princess Alicia with the same taste in paperbacks. “And that Warhol fellow also did a portrait of my mum,” the prince told me. “All in bright blue and orange, as if he'd used crayons. If Warhol was still around he'd be after you like mad. The way everyone is. People have been warning me, you know. They claim that you're a gold-digging, predatory Hollywood siren. They say we'll end up in the tabloids, shouting drunken filth at each other across a nightclub dance floor. They say that you'll drag me into a fiendish morass of narcotics and cheap publicity and deviant sexual practices.”“And what do you tell them?”“I tell them, 'God, I hope so.'”Then he leaned down and kissed me.
