The Perfect Manhattan: A Novel [NOOK Book]

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As sizzling as a see-and-be-seen night on the town, as lip-smacking as a flawless cosmo, The Perfect Manhattan serves up a dishy tale of bartending among the beautiful people—and provides the ultimate summer cocktail.

Meet Cassie Ellis—a young college graduate with the world on a string, a yen for screenwriting, and a need for fast cash to pay off her student loans. Eager to avoid the lucrative snooze-fest of a reliable consulting job, she ...
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Overview

As sizzling as a see-and-be-seen night on the town, as lip-smacking as a flawless cosmo, The Perfect Manhattan serves up a dishy tale of bartending among the beautiful people—and provides the ultimate summer cocktail.

Meet Cassie Ellis—a young college graduate with the world on a string, a yen for screenwriting, and a need for fast cash to pay off her student loans. Eager to avoid the lucrative snooze-fest of a reliable consulting job, she shocks everyone she knows by opting for a sexier, more flexible job: mixing drinks. Never mind that she doesn’t know single-malt whiskey from Jack Daniel’s: she’s eager to learn. And under the tutelage of a sexy Soho bar owner, she’s soon cranking out three-olive martinis with the city’s glitterati fifteen-deep at the bar—all while angling for tips, fielding bad pick-up lines, and trying to keep up with the other bartenders who party as hard as their stylish clientele.

When Cassie accepts a summer gig bartending in the Hamptons, New York’s most elite summer destination, she finds herself catapulted into a whirlwind of dazzling celebrity and over-the-top wealth unlike anything she’s ever seen. Life behind the velvet rope is hard to resist, especially when she finds herself falling for a Hamptons hottie named James. But as the summer progresses, and she finds herself surrounded by playboys, moguls, spoiled rich kids, and Paris Hilton clones in strappy stilettos, she soon wonders if playing the ersatz socialite—while actually trying to make a living—is more than she bargained for.

Drawn from the authors’ own experiences as bartenders in the thick of New York’s party scene, The Perfect Manhattan is a perfect mix of sparkling social satire, romance, comedy, and scandal that provides a fast-paced, enormously entertaining look inside the life on the chichi side of the tracks.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In their attempt to titillate while criticizing the high life, bartender/writer Shear and bartender/actress Toomey shake an imperfect cocktail with this story of a sexy young mixologist's fabulous but sordid summer working in the Hamptons. After graduating from Columbia, aspiring writer Cassie tends bar at a posh SoHo watering hole, experience that lands her a summer spot at the front bar of Hamptons hot spot Spark. Cassie, who has blue collar roots, is quickly swept up in the scene: flirting for tips up to $1,000 and landing handsome trust-fund boyfriend James Richard Edmonton III. By Labor Day weekend, the frenetic socializing and spending hard-earned cash on designer dresses take a toll on the hopeful screenwriter. While the authors divulge interesting behind-the-bar secrets plus tidbits on how bartenders rip off bar owners, in fleshing out the Hamptons elite they resort to stale Lizzie Grubman and P. Diddy references and WASPy stereotypes. (Cassie dubs her romantic rivals, decked out in pastel cashmere sweater sets and pearls, the "Pearls Girls.") Add banal commentary on differences between old and nouveau riche to Cassie's ultimate disavowal of "selfish, shallow, boring people spending money," and this concoction's fizz goes flat. Agent, Elizabeth Weed. (July) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Having bartended in Manhattan and the Hamptons, erstwhile journalist Shear and actress Toomey are well prepped to cowrite the story of a college grad who decides to pay off her burdensome loans by mixing drinks. With a national tour. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Oh no! I've graduated from Columbia and have no skills! Rent is high! Wait, bartending could be fun. . . It's official: New York is played out. The pavement has been so thoroughly pounded by legions of eager young novelistas that not a shred of inspiration seems to be left. The ne plus ultra of reductive formula (cute everygirl/insecurity/sassy best friend/designer labels) is this one, written by a pair of best friend/bartenders with writerly aspirations. It's not really a novel, being plotless, and its characters being more easily differentiated by their clothes than their personalities. It's really a long whine about how hard it is to be good-looking and college-educated, with friends and loving family, not to mention a great postgrad career bartending in downtown Manhattan and a ludicrously hip Hamptons nightclub. That's the dilemma faced by blander-than-bland Cassie, who leaves Columbia with a yen for screenwriting that her parents won't kick in any more funds for and so gets into liquor-slinging. Cassie seems to be good behind the bar, which is lucky since her writing lacks a little something: "There are so many lost souls drifting around Manhattan, and they all seem to gravitate towards bars. It's a lot to deal with at 4:30 in the morning." There's some business with a Hamptons preppie whom Cassie starts dating but who seems embarrassed to be seen around someone of her class, not to mention reams of scarcely needed information about the ins and outs of bartending. Less a novel than a listmaking-of clothes, of beaches, of screamingly obvious observations.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780767921619
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/28/2005
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 693,965
  • File size: 457 KB

Meet the Author

Leanne Shear writes for New York magazine, US Weekly, and In Touch magazine. Tracey Toomey has appeared on All My Children and Law & Order, and in the Oscar-winning film A Beautiful Mind. When they aren’t writing and acting, Leanne and Tracey can be found behind the bar at Onieal’s in New York City’s Soho and the Star Room in the Hamptons, where they first met and became great friends.
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One

SHIRLEY TEMPLE

An unruly pile of spiral-bound notebooks, final exam schedules, and dried-up highlighters were scattered across my sky-blue comforter as I stared intently at the ad in the Village Voice. A large, cartoonish picture of a mustached bartender enthusiastically shaking a martini smiled broadly back at me.

I was sitting in my cramped Columbia University dorm room in Hartley-Wallach Hall chasing that ethereal dream of finding an apartment south of 14th Street that was both spacious and cheap. But instead of finding the last rent-controlled one-bedroom on the tree-lined West Village sanctuary of Bank Street, I found Martini Mike.

For weeks prior, I'd been strolling around Columbia's Morningside Campus in a daze, transfixed by the frenzy of activity raging inside the Lerner Student Center. Every time I walked by the Career Services office, I saw professionally dressed seniors milling around, waiting to be interviewed by whatever top banking, law, or consulting firms happened to be recruiting that day. The firms themselves were easy to identify on account of the brightly colored banners strung outside the building: COLUMBIA WELCOME DELOITTE AND TOUCHE! COLUMBIA WELCOMES ACCENTURE! COLUMBIA WELCOMES WHITE & CASE! Whenever possible, instead of taking College Walk to travel to and from class, I'd take Broadway or Amsterdam and cut across 114th Street just to avoid the spectacle of eager job-seekers.

"Hey, Cass," Jocelyn Van Der Wal had called out to me only the day before as I hurried to my fiction thesis tutorial. One of the many willowy blond heiresses in my class, Jocelyn had been primed for a career in investment banking since birth. She had beauty, brains, ambition, and it didn't hurt that her father was the CEO of Lehman Brothers. "How are you?"

"I'm okay," I said, adjusting my heavy backpack. And then inevitably, "How are you?"

"Fabulous!" she bubbled. "Just finished my third-round interview with Lehman. I think it went well, but I don't know. I'm really nervous."

It was hard to sympathize with a girl waiting on pins and needles when her dad was the reigning monarch of the financial world.

My roommate Alexis, another investment banking prodigy, was at the moment in a final round of interviews at Morgan Stanley. I, on the other hand, was still in my pajamas at two o'clock in the afternoon on a beautiful spring day, eating Healthy Choice microwave popcorn and flipping dejectedly through the paper. I couldn't leave the security of my dorm room, afraid of the questions that lurked outside: "Where do you see yourself in ten years?" or "Have you found a job yet, Cassie?" I was graduating with a BA in creative writing with a concentration in comparative literature. That and a $2 MetroCard could get me on the subway.

Still, my friends and professors innocently laid their expectations on thick. They came at me from all sides.

"So have you decided yet?" Alexis had asked the previous Monday. She was staring at her reflection in the mirror, expertly applying Nars eyeshadow.

"When I figure it out, you'll be the first to know," I said testily.

"Well, I think you should take the job at Us Weekly. Then we could get into all those parties and meet celebrities!" she suggested brightly.

I sat wearily on my lofted twin bed and yanked on the black, pointy-toed Coach boots that had cost me two weeks' salary at my work study job at the law library. I'd been agonizing for months over what to do after graduation. The only job I'd been offered, an editorial assistant position at Us Weekly, paid a whopping $22,000 a year. Alexis had trouble getting her head around the fact that my parents, unlike hers, weren't able to supplement my income.

After summer internships at New York magazine and Glamour, there was one thing I did know for certain: I wasn't cut out for an "office" job in corporate America. The fluorescent lights and sterile air seemed to suck all the creativity right out of me. Plus, I knew that in any entry-level magazine position, 90 percent of the work I'd do would involve mindless tasks such as copy-editing two-hundred-word sidebars entitled "QUIZ: Are you stalking him? Ten questions to help you figure out if you're a Bunny Boiler." Though I desperately wanted a career as a writer, serving as a cog in Wenner Media's machine seemed like a Groundhog Day-type nightmare where every day was eerily similar: wake up, brush teeth, grab green tea, ride subway to work, sit behind desk for eight to twelve hours, ride subway home, order take-out, collapse into bed. Repeat.

Expectations were running high in my family as well. My parents couldn't help but notice the stacks of dog-eared journals, diaries, and salt-and-pepper notebooks that lined my shelves, busting at the seams with my evolving insights and outlines for novels and plays, and they tried their best to support my fervor for writing. They attended all the plays I wrote and directed in high school, but never failed to remind me of the paltry wages and high probability of unemployment that came with the turf.

For their part, my parents weren't in any sort of financial position to help me out. Unlike many of my college friends who'd grown up "in the city" and attended tony private schools like Spence or Horace Mann, my family had no connection to the names Tisch, Rockefeller, Steinberg, Hearst, Trump, or Vanderbilt. I would be leaving school with approximately $40,000 in student loans, even though my parents had taken out a second mortgage to finance my education. The irony of it all was that my friends who needed money the least were the ones who were entering the highest-paying careers. Take Alexis--she had an untapped trust fund in the high seven figures, her parents still paid for her every bill and whim, and she was entering a field where year-end bonuses were enough to put a down payment on a five-bedroom home in Westchester County.

During junior year, I'd started writing screenplays, and had submitted one of my shorts to a contest at NYU, where--to my utter joy and amazement--it had been selected for production. It was a thirty-minute screenplay I'd scratched out spur-of-the-moment on the train home to Albany for Christmas break, about a demoralized hooker in Lower Manhattan. A few nights prior I'd been leaving a Christmas party thrown by Alexis's father's law firm at Capitale, a swanky nightclub housed in a 1930s bank building designed by Stanford White. Balancing on my borrowed D&G spiky heels and trying to hail a cab in the dark underworld of Grand Street and the Bowery, I noticed a young girl about my age saunter up Pretty Woman-style in six-inch platforms with clear plastic heels to a black Lincoln Town Car that had pulled up to bid on her services for the evening. Fleetingly catching the unmistakable look of vulnerability in her eyes, I'd said a silent prayer that the presumably wealthy stockbroker in the backseat was a Richard Gere of sorts who would rescue her from the "oldest profession on earth." In my screenplay, the man in the Lincoln didn't turn out to be your stereotypical Wall Street prototype, but a best-selling novelist. Compelled by my heroine's plight, he takes her in and uses her as the inspiration for a Pulitzer Prize-winning epic based on her life story. My next mission was to develop the existing script feature-length version entitled Glass Slipper. That, and to have Focus Films produce it (but I'd settle for Miramax--just so long as Harvey Weinstein didn't plug polished Gwyneth into the roll of my working-girl heroine).
So here I was, months later, on the eve of commencement, with only a few days left before my release into the real world, desperately in need of a savior of my own. I had no job that would support me, no money, and no trust fund that would activate upon graduation.

The raunchy ads for strippers, phone sex operators, and call girls splashed all over the back of the Voice practically devoured Martini Mike's ad, and if it wasn't for the strategically placed dollar signs scattered throughout the type, I might have missed it. I read it a second time, then a third, thinking I'd heard somewhere that Bruce Willis had been working as a bartender in New York when he'd been discovered by a high-powered agent. . . .

Graduation was on a Thursday, and on Wednesday night my mom and dad arrived in the city to take me out for a precommencement dinner. My mother had a habit of reading Zagat like most people read the newspaper, and after weeks of careful study, she'd decided we should dine at the Gotham Bar and Grill, an elegant restaurant in the Village.

"Are you sure?" I'd asked her when she told me she'd made the reservation. "It's pretty expensive."

"Of course I'm sure," she responded. "It's not every day your daughter graduates summa cum laude from one of the best universities in the country. We're so proud of you, Cassie." What was left unsaid was that my dad would likely have to work overtime at the Albany Fire Department and pick up extra shifts at Joe's Plumbing, where he moonlighted on his days off, just to pay for the appetizers.

"Do you have a reservation, miss?" asked the model-cum-hostess when I arrived.

"Yes, actually, but I'm early," I said, unconsciously straightening my shoulders in hopes of mimicking her ramrod-straight posture. "I'll just wait at the bar."

I carefully picked my way through the well-heeled crowd. "Rum and coke, please," I said to the gray-haired bartender, who was wearing a neatly pressed black tuxedo and mixing cocktails with the precision of a chemist.

For the first time in all my years as a bar patron, I took an interest in how everything was set up and watched him carefully. At the moment, he was mixing a frothy, fruity, multi-ingredient drink I couldn't identify, but overall, his job looked pretty easy. And as the Bacardi settled warmly in my stomach, my fears about the future dissolved--nothing like two ounces of hard liquor to make the specter of telling your parents that you were abandoning a corporate career path with benefits and a 401K in favor of slinging drinks a lot less daunting.

My stomach growled as waiters bustled past with steaming plates of grilled lobster tail and Kobe beef. I glanced at my watch--still ten minutes until my family was due to arrive. When the bartender turned his back to me, I reached across the bar and snuck a couple of cherries out of the fruit tray conveniently placed right in front of me.

"Times that tough?" asked a man who'd materialized on the bar stool next to me even though every other stool was vacant. As he reached into his pocket to retrieve his BlackBerry, the course tweed of his Paul Stuart blazer grazed my bare arm.

I smiled, mildly embarrassed.

"I bet Sam'll overlook it this time," he said with a wink, nodding toward the bartender.

"Yeah, but only because she's so pretty." Sam grinned at me. Then he shrugged. "It's not like they're a big commodity anyway. We only use them for manhattans and the occasional Shirley Temple." I took mental note of this bartending wisdom, and turned back to my rum and Coke.

"I'm Dan Finton," the man on the stool continued.

"Cassie Ellis," I said, accepting his outstretched hand.

As I took in the crisp white button-down shirt and argyle pullover vest, he reminded me of Indiana Jones's alter ego--the straightlaced college professor, with the smoldering good looks underneath. Take off that tweed blazer, and he could be perfectly capable of trekking through the desert and rescuing both the Holy Grail and the damsel in distress.

"Hey, Dan, wanna see a menu?" Sam asked.

Dan nodded imperiously, and Sam returned a moment later with a wineglass the size of a fishbowl and placed it in front of him along with an elaborate, leather-bound menu. He then presented him with a bottle of red wine (which, from the looks of the ornately scripted label, was really expensive) and opened it expertly. He poured a small amount of wine into the glass, and I watched out of the corner of my eye as Dan, in one motion, grabbed the glass, swirled its contents, then leaned forward to breathe in the aroma deeply. He took a small sip and seemed to chew it in his mouth for a few seconds.

"It's less tannic than the '97 Qupe Bien Nacido Reserve, and I like the warm chocolate overtones," he mused sybaritically. "Still, it's a touch too angular." Sam finished filling the glass as Dan studied the menu. I concentrated on my own drink and listened curiously to what he would select.

"I'll start with the fois gras, and then I'll have the rack of lamb--very rare," he said.

I'd never had fois gras before, but I vaguely remembered hearing it had something to do with geese and liver, and that was enough to deter me from ever trying it. And while I couldn't get enough of the burgers at Corner Bistro--a famous West Village dive with a line that frequently stretched out the door--I never could wrap my mind around eating lamb because, well, all I could picture was a furry little lamb frolicking happily in a field.

As I stirred the narrow red straw around in my rum and Coke, I caught Dan stealing glances at me and became strangely self-conscious. I sucked in my imagined beer gut, ran a hand through my long, dark hair, and again forcefully straightened my posture--shoulders back, chin up.

"So, Cassie, what do you do?" Dan asked, squaring his shoulders so he faced me directly.

"Actually, I'm a bartender," I said, trying on my new profession for size, and leaving out the fact that I still had to go to Martini Mike's and earn my certificate of mixology. Not to mention that, at this point, my drink-mixing skills were limited to a college repertoire of vodka tonics, Jack and Cokes, and the occasional screwdriver made with OJ procured from the corner deli. Throw in Jell-O shots, Milwaukee's Best (Beast), and that was just about the extent of my drinking knowledge. But Dan's ears perked up.

"I'm actually in the bar business as well," he said. "I own a bar downtown called Finton's--it's kind of an upscale Irish pub."

I shifted uncomfortably on my stool, certain that given his line of work he could sense I was lying. I buried my face in my glass and felt the blood rush upward and imbue my ears with a dark purple hue.

"You should come down and check the place out sometime," he volunteered.

"Um, okay," I said, as he proffered his business card.

"I'm actually looking to fill a couple of bartending positions," he went on thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow. "If you ever need a job, give me a call."

From the Hardcover edition.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2013

    good and bad

    Great concept,fun, fasr red UNTIL the end It felt like Cassie could only see things her way and she "cut off her nose to spite her face" with the screenplay resolution

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  • Posted November 28, 2011

    Highly recommended

    Oh it brought back my own college days! Thanks for the trip down memory lane, and hope you continue to write, you have real talent.

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  • Posted January 14, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    good read

    loved this book, its a good escape

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2009

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    Couldn't put down

    I thoroughly enjoyed this book from fresh new authors. I hope they write another soon. If you've ever worked in the restaurant or service world, it will bring back memories. Great characters. Page turner.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2007

    A reviewer

    I loved the book it was just a great book actually a book that I just couldn't put down. The ending was unexpected though but o well I still loved it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2007

    I loved it!!

    Fabulous Summer book...although I disliked the ending. But it was a very exciting read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2007

    Great read

    This book was spectacular. It was a really flowing story and very well written. It's one of those books that truly makes you feel like you are there.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 3, 2007

    The perfect book!

    I really enjoyed this book. I read each night before I go to bed and if the book is really good I'll read it during the day also. This book was entertaining and fun. I am in the restaurant industry and see the similarities between Cassie's life and my life with dealing with the customers. I wish that the ending wasn't so quick though. This book is great!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2007

    Love, Love, Loved IT!!!!!

    Let me tell you, I haven't read a good book in so long and this is a must have. I got this book for X-mas and just finally got around to reading it. It's hillarious, and I love the name dropping of designers. Everything about this book was awesome! I can't wait to lend it to my friends :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2007

    This book took over my life

    I bought this book over my christmas break when i was home from school with nothing to do. I would make excuses to get out of seeing people and doing things just to have an hour with my book! And for someone like me (not a big reader) i loved it! I felt like I was living her life. I HIGHLY recomend this book to any girl looking to escape

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2007

    Absolutely Loved it!

    This book was amazing. Working in a restaurant and being a journalism major, I could relate to a lot of what was going on. Could not put it down!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2006

    Amazingly Entertaining!

    I fell upon this book by chance and from the moment I started reading it I couldn't put it down. The characters were hilarious and very relatable. The plot is great and moves along smoothly. I was bummed I finished the book in one day!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2005

    My vacation book

    This book was so cute. I bought it on for fun, but I am so glad I did. I thought it was a fun and good book. I enjoyed the ending as well. It was different. Every female should read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2005

    Perfect Summer Read

    This book just kept me wanting more. I read it in 2 days...I can't wait to see what these great authors put out next because I will be buying whatever it is. Very good book! :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2005

    could have had a better ending

    I thought the book was very entertaining and found it hard to put down. The characters were hilarious and I could actually picture the events happening. I was bummed about the ending though, I felt that it could have been better instead of ending abruptly.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2005

    Perfect For Me

    As a college student who is also struggling for money, it was easy to relate to where the main character was coming from. As a fan of chick lit, I loved the designer name-dropping and 'it' places that were described. As a fan of drinking, I was able to brush up on my bar lingo, as well as my drink-mixing recipes/skills. I would recommened this book to anyone, regardless of age, just because it is fun to read! I've borrowed to all my friends and they've loved it too!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2005

    LOVED THIS BOOK

    This book was a great read, hard to put down. I also enjoyed the ending.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2005

    Cosmopolitan and Entertaining

    I enjoyed this book. It allows for great mental visualizations of characters & offers great insight into the spoiled and rich lfe in NYC / Hamptons. However, I think the main character has a serious substance abuse problem. In fact, my stomach often turned when I considered the amount of alcohol she consumed in a single night. Her poor LIVER (and breath!)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2005

    The Perfect Commentary on New York City

    Don't let the title, referenced to debauchery and alcohol, give the wrong impression! This novel masterfully explores and defines the contradictory underbelly of New York City living. As the heroine, Cassie, discovers herself among the eccentrics of wealth and the 'crazies' of the not-so-wealthy, one feels as though they are walking right beside her.... (or should I say mixing cocktails right beside her?) I felt all of the frustration, love, confusion, and finally serenity... Is this not what an important novel makes? Read it- You will not be sorry.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2005

    Funny and Light

    As a veteran of the service industry, I found The Perfect Manhattan to be a light, funny, and accurate portrayal of what it's like to shake cocktails for a living. I recommend it --it's a quick, easy read, and at times even insightful.

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