![]() ![]() There are countless rose-bedecked charity functions, trips to Paris to stay in the Fritz (that's the Fucking Ritz, apparently), interludes with princes, overdoses, psychiatrists, Hollywood directors, and, as is the custom, true love conquering all, in that charming way it does.īergdorf Blondes obviously fancies itself as one Manoloed step above your common-or-garden chick lit by being ever-so-slightly arch, in the manner of say, Clueless or Legally Blonde. The name-dropping is relentlessly distracting, like some kind of nervous tic practically every sentence is accessorised with a deft reference to somewhere or something awfully fashionable and terribly New York. ![]() Moi's is a world in which eyelashes spontaneously curl and fingernails "actually hurt if they don't have NARS Candy Darling pink varnish on them". "According to gossip I'm this champagne bubble of a girl about town," she hiccoughs, by way of introduction. Our heroine is seemingly calculated to be cockle-warmingly endearing, on the grounds that she is British and brunette and Ivy League, and lives in a faintly boho apartment. ![]()
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