When this book first came out, all hell broke loose, despite the fact that the chick-lit phenomenon had already established itself. The story- blonde, beautiful, and rich girls in New York City determined to have the best clothes and the perfect boyfriend- quickly becoming the very definition of this new genre. Yet this is hardly a new story. A case can be made that Breakfast at Tiffany's, Valley of the Dolls, and Gone with the Wind (among others) all influence Bergdorf Blondes. So why is this book so refreshingly funny? I would argue it's the protagonis, who charmingly refers to herself as moi. She is ditsy and flippant and a thousand other synonyms that indicate she's not the brightest crayon in the Crayola box and the best part is that she is blissfully unaware of this. She's wealthy and beautify and many things we mere mortals envy,but at the same time, she is just a total mess that humanizes her and actually makes you like her. You can't help but root for her to pull through when she tries to commit suicide by swallowing a few Advils or when she is in a particularly awful relationship with a particularly awful man. Her entire world is inhabited with people like her: friends use a book club to host a dinner party, her other wants her to marry up, and charity galas are never about the charity. At the same time, I kept thinking, "this girl is an idiot. How can anyone ever possibly think this is a good idea?" Sadly, I know people like this in real life, so I can't even claim it's a plot device. All in all, Bergdorf Blondes is a fun read with a warm and fuzzy happy ending- perfect for a lazy weekend in spring under the sun!
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Thursday, March 11, 2010
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