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When Melanie Sartomsky, wily Floridian flight attendant, snares billionaire divorcée Arthur "the coffin king" Korn, she is catapulted into the crème de la crème of Park Avenue society, where hiring the wrong decorator is tantamount to social suicide, and where, if you're anyone, your personal assistant has a personal assistant. But Melanie quickly discovers that in the world of the rich and idle, malicious gossip is as de rigueur as owning twenty pairs of Manolo Blahniks. And despite her frenzied plunge into the ...

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Overview

When Melanie Sartomsky, wily Floridian flight attendant, snares billionaire divorcée Arthur "the coffin king" Korn, she is catapulted into the crème de la crème of Park Avenue society, where hiring the wrong decorator is tantamount to social suicide, and where, if you're anyone, your personal assistant has a personal assistant. But Melanie quickly discovers that in the world of the rich and idle, malicious gossip is as de rigueur as owning twenty pairs of Manolo Blahniks. And despite her frenzied plunge into the charity circuit and the right dinner reservations, her neighbors are Givenchy-clad vultures who see her as nothing more than a reinvented trailer trollop. To make matters worse, when a snide society-rag journalist rakes her through the coals, Melanie's reputation is toast.

Meanwhile, Melanie is not the only billionaire in the neighborhood coming unhinged. Kleptomania, adultery, plagiarism, and a grisly Harlem sex murder are just a few of the secrets swirling under the pedigreed patina of furs and emeralds on Park Avenue.

Authors Jill Kargman and Carrie Karasyov know a thing or two about their subject matter. They met at the Upper East Side's chic Spence School and claim that The Right Address is inspired by "the insane socialites we've eavesdropped on our entire lives." Meow.

So kick off your Jimmy Choos, crack open the fois gras, and get ready for a rollicking, unforgettable tour of the richer-and-bitchier-than-thou set.

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Publishers Weekly
Money can't buy style, learns the social climber protagonist of this novel. Nor can money write an interesting book. Despite their claims to an insider's view, authors Karasyov and Kargman, who met at the Upper East Side's elite Spence School, have written an achingly dull novel about a nouveau riche heroine with trailer park origins who aspires to the New York jet set. Melanie Korn, ne Sartomsky, approaches the social world of the superrich upon her marriage to billionaire Arthur Korn, who's cornered the market on caskets, funeral homes and retirement homes-but true acceptance eludes her. Although she lives with her husband at "741 Park Avenue, the most coveted building in all of New York City," the old money crowd refuses to warm to the former stewardess. Melanie kisses up to one stereotype after another, including the catty town gossips, the "grande dame of Park Avenue," her philandering husband and the beautiful heiress. As they hand McDonald's applications to the homeless, attend charity balls and angle for attention from the society papers, these Upper East Siders reveal their true lives: they shop, they lunch, they bitch. With its awkward prose, unsympathetic heroine and clich d supporting cast, this attempt at a scathing social critique doesn't measure up to its predecessors in the skewer-the-socialite genre, though undoubtedly there will be some well-heeled readers seeking to ferret out the characters' true identities. (Apr.) Forecast: Karasyov and Kargman, who grew up on the Upper East Side and wrote and produced the film Intern, will drum up publicity with an eight-city author tour plus national media attention and advertising. The tedium of the book, though, will disappoint readers looking for another Nanny Diaries. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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When glamorous flight attendant Melanie Sartomsky marries divorced billionaire Arthur Korn (snidely referred to as "The Coffin King"), she moves into his deluxe apartment at 741 Park Avenue and tries to buy her way into acceptance by the other women who lunch, gossip, spend ($60,000 a month Amex bills), and attend charity balls with their mostly unwilling husbands or paid escorts. She finds the going tough and turns for advice to her British butler, Guffey, who fills her in on how to work with decorators, how to snag the attention of photographers at society events, and which Madison Avenue boutiques are worth entering. This thoroughly unpleasant first novel suffers from being composed in alternating chapters by the two authors. As a result, not only is the plot incoherent but the characters are barely recognizable from chapter to chapter. Written in clunky, often barely literate prose, the book lacks the wit of Jane Stanton Hitchcock's Social Crimes and the dishiness of Lauren Weisberger's The Devil Wears Prada. That a reputable publisher is bringing this out makes one fear for the future of fiction; that libraries are expected to pay $21.95 minus whatever discount, plus cataloging and jacketing, is a crime. Not recommended. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 1/03; oh, what the co-writers of The Nanny Diaries have wrought: a slew of forthcoming first novels by double authors: Ian Caldwell and Duston Thomason's The Rule of Four (Dial, May), Janice Kaplan and Lyn Schnurnberg's The Botox Diaries (Ballentine, June), Timothy J. Lambert and Becky Cochraine's The Deal (Allyson, June), and Clare Nalyor and Mimi Hare's The Second Assistant: A Tale from the Bottom of the Ladder (Viking, May).-Ed.]-Nancy Pearl, Washington Ctr. for the Book, Seattle Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
From the Publisher
“Offers playful insight into a world … as catty as it is rarefied.” – Vogue

“A winning novel … If you love soiety, scandal, and stories about the rich and the richer, look no further.” – Bookreporter.com

“It’s impossible to resist the charms of this modern Manhattan fairy tale.” – People

From the Hardcover edition.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780739312049
  • Publisher: Random House Audio Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/27/2004
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Abridged, 4 CDs, 5 hrs.
  • Product dimensions: 5.88 (w) x 4.98 (h) x 0.99 (d)

Meet the Author

Carrie Karasyov and Jill Kargman wrote and produced the film Intern. Carrie lives in Santa Monica, while Jill still makes her home on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

Carrie Karasyov and Jill Kargman wrote and produced the film Intern. Carrie lives in Santa Monica, while Jill still makes her home on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

Carrie Karasyov and Jill Kargman wrote and produced the film Intern. Carrie lives in Santa Monica, while Jill still makes her home on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

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Chapter 1

"She has zero taste."

"Zilch."

"What's that outfit all about? One-way ticket on the Tacky Express."

"Like Roberto Cavalli threw up on her."

"And her apartment . . ." "You've been?"

"No. But the Kincaids have."

"And?"

"Constance said it looks as if it was decorated by Charles and Wonder."

"Oh, right, the cheesy firm that just did that new Architectural Digest cover from Hades?"

"No. I'm talking Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder. Only a blind person could select those horrendous fabrics."

"Oh, Joan, you're too much!"

As Wendy Marshall and Joan Coddington reapplied their lipstick and skewered their fellow guests at the Bateses' cocktail party at the Union Club, Melanie Korn sat paralyzed, in earshot but out of view. She had been unlocking the door to her stall in the powder room when she heard her name in the same sentence as the words "cheap," "classless," and "fried hair." She froze. At first she thought they must have been speaking of someone else. But as the duo continued, sharpening their swords and tongues, rendering her a decimated Melanie-kebab before her very ears, the blood slowly crept to her face. With stealth moves, she relocked the door to the stall and crept back to the toilet, where she sat down on the lid and pulled her legs up to her chest so no one would know she was there. She felt like the little boy in Witness, only she was the murder victim.

"I mean, did you see those hideous metal cranes that she gave the Bates as an anniversary gift?" asked Wendy, incredulous. "Ugh! It was like Bangkok exploded in the foyer."

"Tell me about it," said Joan. "The worst."

"Admit it: they look shipped over from some Thai junk shop. You've got to be certifiably insane to buy those."

"Regina said they went right in the trash."

"I'm sure."

"She couldn't even give them to Goodwill. It would be bad will to rewrap those."

"Poor Arthur. He totally downgraded wives. I don't think he has a clue that Melanie is so déclassé and malelevé. Most men trade up with their second wives."

Trying to avoid Oksana Baiul-style waterfalls of Max Factor, Melanie lifted a quivering finger to her eye. She had thought those cranes were so chic. She'd seen something similar in the Powells' apartment in House Beautiful. And hell, they were expensive.

"Diandra Korn, she was another level entirely."

"A class act."

"I heard Arty was devastated when she bailed."

"Destroyed."

"I mean, she was the embodiment of refinement. This one will never have it."

"You wouldn't think it would be possible for one person to get everything so wrong. Her nails? The red is like secretary red. So much orange in it."

"Like I said, what do you expect from a pageant queen-turned-stewardess?"

As their laughter mixed with the sound of compacts snapping shut and Judith Lieber bags being reclasped, the two women exited to the dining room in a flurry of silks, gold, and perfume. As Melanie's knees were shaking both from squatting in a full-on Ashtanga yoga position and from sheer humiliation, she rose unsteadily to her feet. She listened again to make extra sure that her pummelers were gone, then walked out to look at herself in the mirror. What was wrong with her outfit? Roberto Cavalli was on Madison! Maybe it was a little tight, but hell, she had the figure for it, didn't she? Her jewelry seemed right--Catherine Zeta Jones had worn this very necklace to the Oscars. Arthur had told her just minutes ago that her hair looked very pretty. No one could accuse her of having roots. Until her spill of tears, her makeup had been perfect. She didn't understand--what was so wrong with her? Why were people snickering behind her back?

As she rinsed her hands, she felt her sorrow morph into fury. That there had been no welcome mat put out when she married Arthur was enough to deal with. She had assumed it was because this social set preferred the status quo. But what had seemed at first to be a few idle comments about how wonderful Arthur's first wife was had cascaded into a tidal wave of glowing superlatives. Everyone--from the ladies who lunch down to the waiter at Payard and even her own butler, Mr. Guffey--seemed to belong to the Diandra Korn Fan Club. The stiletto shoes Melanie had to fill just kept getting bigger. How could she compete? Even Arthur had once said there was "no comparison" between the two.

Melanie finally pulled herself together enough to leave the bathroom with her head held high, but when she saw Joan and Wendy passing before her, she ducked behind a sweeping Brunchwig & Fils patterned curtain. They fluttered by with gale-force velocity, blind to their cowering, shattered eavesdropper. It seemed so harsh that they could be so happy-go-lucky after savaging her evening.

In the car home, Arthur Korn put a comforting hand on his wife's knee.

"Are you okay, sweetie? You've been pretty quiet. Which is not like you, my little chatterbox."

"I'm fine," she said. Somehow she just couldn't bring herself to confide in Arthur and tell him about the Melanie-in-Cuisinart remarks she had overheard.

"Boy, that party was like a casting call for Night of the Living Dead. Boring zombies at every turn. I was dying for an ejector seat. That snob Philip Coddington talking my ear off, with his family crest blazer. Doesn't let anyone else say a word. What was that crest, anyway? It's like Bambi and a tree or something."

"I'm not sure . . ." murmured Melanie.

"It's ridiculous, whatever it was. Looks like the stupid deer is taking a piss in the woods. What's so fancy about that? He's so proud of his moron ancestry."

Melanie was barely listening. She stared out the drizzle-splattered window, lost in her thoughts. She was motionless except for her right thumb furiously moving over her index finger, chipping away the "secretary red" nail polish. And as the Korns' Bentley glided up Park Avenue, piece after piece of fire-engine-colored lacquer fell to the floor.

Chapter 2

Shiitake happens.

The phrase was emblazoned on the apron that Madge, the Vances' housekeeper, wore as she made the final preparations for dinner on a breezy Wednesday night in early September. Drew and John, the Vance boys, had given the apron to her last Christmas after being immediately attracted to the lopsided drawing of an almost psychedelic-looking mushroom.

Madge sprinkled sprigs of parsley on the pummeled veal, scooped some Uncle Ben's onto each plate, and added the buttered haricots verts before bringing the tray of food into the dining room.

"So there we are, in this house in Middle-of-Nowhere, Vermont, baked out of our minds," continued Drew, ripping off a piece of his dinner roll. He nodded thanks to Madge as she placed his meal before him.

His father, Morgan, frowned. "You know that marijuana is not only illegal but also very bad for you--kills the brain cells," he said sternly.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But, hey, it's nothing our last president didn't do. Anyway, don't be judgmental. It's a really great story," said Drew.

"So then what?" asked John, his younger brother.

"So we're, like, so out of it. The heater is blasting and no one can figure out how to turn it down, so Cynthia and Whitney just take off their shirts. They're just sitting there in their bras--"

"Who are these young ladies?" interrupted their mother, Cordelia.

"You know them--Cynthia Whitaker and Whitney Coddington," said Drew.

"I can't believe they'd be so promiscuous," said Cordelia disdainfully. Madge put a plate in front of Cordelia, who stared at it with surprise, as if astonished that she would be expected to actually consume something.

"Oh, you'd be amazed, Mom. Anyway, can I finish?" asked Drew.

"Yes, get to the end, for chrissakes," said John, shoving rice and string beans into his mouth. "We don't have all night."

"So, finally there's a knock on the door, and we're like, 'Who the hell is that?' and it's a cop! A female one. And she comes in and looks around, she sees all the bongs and empty beer cans and shit like that--"

"Drew!"

"Such language!"

"Sorry. And she's like, 'Mr. Lewis asked me to check in on you. He was worried about you guys being out here alone. What I see here is a disaster. It's all illegal, you guys are in big trouble, blah blah blah.' "

"Why didn't you tell us about this? You'll need an attorney!" said Morgan with concern. "I should call Sy Hammerman right now--"

"Wait--hold your horses before you spaz! So then some of the girls start crying. They're totally freaking out, we're so screwed. And Carl is, like, shitting, cause he's on probation for that open can of beer in Martha's Vineyard, and suddenly the cop flips on the stereo and starts taking off her clothes!"

"Heavens!" said Cordelia, raising a hand to her chest.

"She was a goddamn stripper!" Drew said, laughing.

"Awesome! Who hired her?" asked John.

"Well, that's the best part--Carl hired her. He wanted to scare the girls into thinking we'd be busted, but he was too stoned to even remember, so he was freaking out more than anyone at first!"

John and Drew burst out laughing. Morgan studied his boys with contempt mixed with envy. In his day, he would never have used profanity in front of his parents. There was such a lack of respect among the younger generation today. On the other hand, Morgan saw very little of his parents when he was growing up, having been shipped off to boarding school in England at the tender age of six, so he was proud and grateful to have an open relationship with his sons. He didn't want to be the severe disciplinarian that his father had been; he remembered that terrified feeling at the dinner table, when it was politics instead of antics. Morgan couldn't even remember his father very well, just that he read the newspaper a lot and was always away on business, amassing the multimillions that now earned enough interest for them to live, fairly comfortably. He was unable to recollect even one happy family dinner. Not one. He and his sisters were usually relegated to the children's dining room while their parents ate in a very far away parlor in their wing of the house. He had much warmer memories of his nanny, Ruth. She had been the one he missed the most when he was away at school. In retrospect, his parents' complete diffidence toward him seemed like a form of stealth cruelty.

"Mr. Vance? There's an urgent phone call for you," said Madge, standing at the threshold.

Morgan rose quickly. "Thank you--I'll take it in my study. If you'll excuse me, Cord."

Cordelia looked up from her untouched plate. "Of course, dear."

Morgan walked over to her and pecked her on the cheek. "Thank you for dinner. It was wonderful." He left the room.

"Mom, we're outie too," said John.

"Where are you off to?"

"We're going to head downtown to check out Chester's band at Luna Lounge."

"Is that Clark Winthrop's boy?"

"Yes, Mom, and he's twenty-three now. No longer a boy," said John.

"You children are growing up so quickly. Gosh, it seems like just yesterday when I caught you boys running through the apartment throwing water balloons out the window," said Cordelia with a sigh.

"Yeah, Mom, that was yesterday," said Drew.

"You scared the daylights out of poor Mrs. Cockpurse," admonished Cordelia.

"That was hilarious!"

"It cost your father a tidy sum to dry-clean her mink jacket. She had to send it to Maximillian's," she recalled.

"That's 'cause John put Gatorade in his water balloon."

"She shouldn't have been wearing a friggin' fur in September."

"When will you boys grow up?" asked Cordelia, secretly hoping that the answer was never.

"I don't know, Mom," said John, rising. "But thanks for dinner."

"When do you head back to Trinity, John?"

"Tuesday."

"Well, we'll have to have another family dinner before you go," said Cordelia.

"Sure. Come on, retard."

Drew got up and pecked his mother's cheek.

" 'Bye, Mom, thanks."

The boys left the room and Cordelia stared at their vacant seats. The grand mahogany dining table could comfortably fit twelve, so it looked very empty with just one seated at the head. Cordelia glanced distractedly around the room. The walls had been painted the color of red licorice and featured old Dutch master paintings that had been in Morgan's family for generations. The sideboard was English, George II, as was most of the Vance furniture, which had been both inherited from Cordelia's family and bought at auction, with the occasional purchases from dealers in shows in Maastricht and New York. Silk taffeta curtains reminiscent of turn-of-the-century ball gowns adorned the windows, and an Oriental carpet lined the floor. Mario Buatta had decorated the apartment in the late eighties, and Jerome de Stingol, Cord's best friend in the world, had given it a little "refreshing" just before the millennium. It was a beautiful home, full of exquisite and valuable treasures, treasures that Cordelia and her family had long since ceased to notice.

In fact, Cordelia felt that she could not appreciate anything anymore and that there was nothing to look forward to. It was a strange time. The boys were growing up, Morgan's work was becoming more distracting, charity balls were less interesting: it seemed that life was winding down. She thought about how empty she felt as she distractedly played with her fork. She pushed all of her food to one side of the plate--she had eaten practically nothing at all--and looked down at the delicate rose pattern on the Tiffany china. It was her wedding china. She ran her finger along the gold rim. It had seemed so fancy and elegant when she had registered for it with her mother. Now it had become mere everyday dinner china, nothing special. Funny how things change. Suddenly--she didn't know why--she recalled the words from a song that one of the boys had played over and over again when he was in prep school: "I have become comfortably numb." That said it all.

Meanwhile, across the sixteen-room apartment, Morgan was anything but numb as he clutched the phone in his study. His blood pressure was boiling, and sweat was sliding down his forehead past his graying temples, settling in a pool in his glasses.

"Maria, Maria, just calm down," he whispered into the phone. He glanced nervously through the crack of the door to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

"You want me to fucking calm down?" yelled Maria in her thick Mexican accent. She was calling from the Central Park South apartment that Morgan had recently sublet for her. "Don't you tell me to calm down, mister. My water just broke and I'm here alone! YOU calm your own ass down."

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  • Posted January 13, 2011

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    Slow to Start...but reals you right in quickly

    The book was slow to start, easily confusing with all the characters. Around half way through the book started taking shape and realed you right on in to the mayhem and antics of the high society women. They are very catty and naive in so many ways. Great read though. Especially loved the ending.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2007

    really funny

    you have to have a sense of humor about the world that these authors create and if you do, you will laugh out loud as i did. I just got it now even though it's been out because my friend was reading it and giggling to herself, always a good sign.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2007

    Amazing

    I loved this book. I thought it was really good. In the beggining I wasn't so sure but it got so much better. I loved the ending. Perfect.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2006

    Boring

    It took me three days to read this when it should have only taken half a day. I typically love to read stories about socialites spending money so I was excited to read that the authors were from the Upper East Side. I expected more from two girls who lived the life.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 30, 2006

    So good

    What a beach read! Buy it! I loved it. I gave it to all my friends and they couldnt put it down. The language of Jill is just so funny and quick witted, that I just wanted to read on and on

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2006

    Don't bother!

    I read this after reading their other title 'Wolves in Chic Clothing' Although WICC was not amazing, it was certainly easier to handle than this one. I generally read a book in one day, maybe two. It took me a week to struggle through this mess. You expect a book about 'upper' society to be pretentious but this bordered on ridiculous and obnoxious. I will not be reading the authors again.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2006

    Couldn't put it down!

    Awesome ending. The story keeps you going and anticipating what is going to happen next. You will catch yourself choosing sides with the characters and relating to all of them in some way or another. Easy and enjoyable read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 30, 2006

    Irritating

    I very much enjoy the light-hearted easy read, but this book had nothing. I couldn't make it past the 3rd chapter for lack of anything remotely interesting. The characters were irritatingly shallow and the plot focused almost exclusively on ridiculous backstabbing. Wasn't worth the clearance price I paid for it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2005

    MISCHIEF AMONG THE HIGH AND MIGHTY

    This was a fun dishy read which I finished in an afternoon. Major page turner!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2005

    Boring

    I was really looking forward to reading this book. I love books about Manhattan society, etc.... But this did not meet my expectations. The plot dragged on and the characters were so shallow, I could not relate at all. This book did not keep my attention.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2005

    Totally Fab!!!!!!!

    i thought it was a great book yes it was materialistic but its a great summer trash read meaning an entertaining book that fills you with no fruitful knowledge it was so much fun to read and imagine tourself in Melanie Korn's shoes. great read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2005

    Decent !!!

    The book wasn't as bad as people say. It was really funny for people like me who dream of being rich one day. Pick it up if your into clothing and other things.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2005

    Fun, fast read

    I truly enjoyed this book. It gave an insider's view of the Park Avenue elite and was funny and enticing. Yes, it's a bit on the shallow side, but it made me laugh, which is my benchmark for judging a good book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2004

    Captivating.

    I wasn't sure I would like this book because I really like reading books written from the first person narrator but this was great. I really felt for the main character and while it was over-the-top it was fun. Would recommend.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2004

    Designer Label Overload!

    I expected to find a fun, light, read but was dissapointed with a dull story about 'who' someone was wearing and whether or not they drove a Bently. I don't recall a single page passing without the authors trying to display their knowledge of couture and Cartier. The plot of this novel consisted only of designer labels, and the characters were weak and unlikable. I finished the book in hopes that it would reach some form of conclusion, but I was instead left with the realization that I had simply wasted my time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2004

    Extremely Tedious!!!

    Tedious really sums up the entire book, I was really disappointed by it. After reading other books about New York socialites I found this one boring and dull. I had a hard time reading a book full of middle-aged women whining about the things they did or didn't have and the money that they have but couldn't find anywhere to spend it. There are much better books out there and I wish I wouldn't have wasted my time on this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2004

    Not all that

    I have to say that I have read much better than this. Was not what I expected at all. If you want a fun New York novel... Bergdorf Blondes is so much better. This was very predictable, and the dialog just went on and on....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2004

    great vacation read

    great light reading!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2004

    RIGHT ON THE MARK !!

    Very insightful look into the rich who think they are 'somebody'. If you have never tried to 'keep up with the Jones'' then this book will not be funny. As someone who has been on the cusp of the 'elite' of a certain town, this stuff really happens. These people will fight tooth and nail to be on what they consider the TOP of the town's list.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2004

    Still wondering how I ever finished it...

    I read the reviews and was excited to purchase this book. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a huge waste of time. There was no point to reading it other than to learn all there is to know about designer labels. I'm still in awe that I finished it --- 10 pts. for my will power!!!

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