Atrocious. Words are almost not enough to describe how much I truly hated this book. Upon reading reviews of it (after reading it myself) I have discovered that it is apparently satirical of high fashion New York princesses. Perhaps if I had read it knowing this I would have enjoyed it, though I doubt it.

The book chronicles the life and escapades of the main character (“moi”) who is never named and her best friend Julie Bergdorf who is heir to the real life Bergdorf Goodman store in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. The girls are the most selfish, stereotypical, one-dimensional, and shallow princesses one could ever imagine (I suppose this is the satire part.) I found them to be insufferable. I loathe girls like this in real life so why oh WHY would I want to read about them in 300 plus pages?!

Let me put it this way: I was on a 14 hour plane ride at the time and I hated this book so much that I chose to watch a movie in Italian (because my headset was broken) rather than read this book. And no, I do not speak Italian.

I should also note that I did not finish it. I would not normally review something without having finished it, but in this case I feel that it is necessary. I did however flip to the last couple of pages and lo and behold, it ended exactly as one would have guessed.

To quote amazon.com:
“Tacky? Absolutely. But it's impossible not to be massively entertained by a woman who refers euphemistically to oral sex as "going to Rio" in memory of the first man who suggested she get a Brazilian bikini wax, considers vodka a food group and who holds up glamour as the first of the commandments. This is a savvy and viciously funny trip into a glittery, glitzy world we sure wouldn't want to live in-but by which we're more than happy to be vicariously consumed for the length of a book.”

Its possible.