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It’s the dog days of a sweltering Manhattan summer, and four sophisticated best friends who once took New York by storm are secretly falling apart at the seams. Lucy’s marriage to a renowned artist is slowly crumbling, with an explosive secret that threatens them both. Sarah, in the middle of auditioning for an auspicious new television show, realizes that her socialite standing is in jeopardy after countless disastrous events. Billy—a queen in the kitchen—has finally left her former life behind to become a highbrow cuisine artist. And Lotta, a knockout downtown art dealer, spends her free time guzzling cocktails in both the grittiest and most expensive clubs around town—but now, she’s taken it a little too far.
In this addicting and refreshing comedy of manners reminiscent of Edith Wharton, Lucy, Sarah, Billy, and Lotta go to all ends to hide their troubles in a city that worships only the young, twentysomething it-girl. But in the end, there’s no denying that these women have all entered a very dangerous age…and who knows how they’ll emerge on the other side.
Oh, the dialogue. The dialogue did this one in for me.
If there is a target for this book, it is me: a mid-thirties woman who DVR’s the author’s previous reality show, The Real Housewives of New York, as her guilty pleasure, spent the majority of her 20’s in New York, ran with the same set that is written about in this book, and enjoys the occasional chick lit. But it just didn’t work for me.
The storyline was promising. I feel as if there was a shift at the halfway mark where things started to pick up a bit. Less talking, more plot development. The dialogue, mostly between the four friends, was light and irritating.
This actually pains me to say, I hate giving negative reviews, I generally stop reading a book of it doesn’t work for me, but wanted to give this a fair chance.
Thank you, Netgalley, for a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
2.5 out of 5 stars.