Bergdorf Blondes is the chick lit début novel of Plum Sykes, an English- born fashion writer and New York “it girl”. The book was released in hardcover on . Laura Barton on the girls about town in Plum Sykes’ Bergdorf Blondes. The reputation of the fairest of the fair sex gets another mauling in Plum Sykes’s label-strewn tale of husband-hunting, Bergdorf Blondes.
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The problem is, one cares not a jot for Moi or her flutterbrained companions and whether or not they get the Harry Winston diamond or the teacup pomeranian.
She likes labels most girls would die to own as much Marc Jacobs as she doesprivate jets and bellinis. I forgot all about this book. There are much more books out there that are more worth your while. Plum Sykes puts the life of the New York socialite on a platter and serves it with a bottle of Veuve snuggled in its very own ice jacket.
Plum Sykes writes about the world she knows. Before I read this hy, I had looked at other reviews and people complained that it wasn’t written well or didn’t have much substance to it. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up.
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I read many negative reviews, and they almost put me off reading what is actually the funniest book I’ve read in a long time. Okay llum going into this book, I didn’t have many expectations, mainly that I wanted a nice and fluffy, funny feel good story.
I think it may have been because my sister lent it to me when I asked her if I could borrow a book on my trip to Milwaukee last summer. Both books talk about the famous editor, but the treatment in each book is completely different. Review was originally posted on Alexa Loves Books Bergdorf Blondes was a pleasant chick lit read that combined three of my favorite things – New York City, traveling to various exotic locations including England and a relatable protagonist who enjoyed shopping, beauty rituals and writing.
Also, this book is interesting as it belongs to an oeuvre of books written by former or current minions of Vogue Editor-In-Chief Anna Wintour. Unfortunately, the characters are much less likeable than the characters in those other books because they sukes shallow, shallow, shallow.
They search for fiances not husbandsgo to parties, lunches, foreign cities, get heartbroken, get wonderful facials, start book clubs, and finally find love. It was about rich snobby girls living in NYC hooking up with different guys, travelling around the world, spending rediculous amounts of money on clothes and getting expensive clothes for free even though they can afford them. It talks a lot about fashion and friendship that revolves around everything material: There are countless rose-bedecked charity functions, trips to Paris to stay in the Fritz that’s the Fucking Ritz, apparentlyinterludes with princes, overdoses, psychiatrists, Hollywood directors, and, as is the custom, true love conquering all, in that charming way it does.
I’m not sure why I even read this in the first place. Ahhh, to be a Park Avenue Princess!
It was supposed to be ridiculous, it was supposed to be shallow and maddening. She doesn’t even know how to go about killing herself: This is the dumbest, most shallow book ever. It takes all sorts to make a world. I loved the way Sykes wrote this book because it felt like it was written from the prospective of a Park Ave princess. After some minor investigation, I discovered that the Alpha-Be This book is the literary equivalent of empty calories.
Read this at your peril.
Can she ever find happiness in a city filled with the distractions of Front Row Girls, dermatologists, premieres, and eyebrow waxes?
I was amazed by how many people did not like this book.
Have blondes ever been so dumb?
Initially she believes that she’s found “The One” in the photographer Begdorf and the two become engaged, after which point Zack becomes emotionally abusive and unresponsive. But this glimpse inside their glitzy world honestly made me feel better about my own decidedly unglamorous life, which isn’t nearly as vapid or pointless as theirs.
This book is the literary equivalent of empty calories. She specifically warned me in advance that it was really stupid, but secretly a fun read in a guilty pleasure sort of way. Here is the 1st paragraph so you can see what this book is like: Sykes produced a viciously blondfs trip into a glittery, glitzy world we sure wouldn’t want to live in but would be endlessly fascinated with.
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