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Plum Sykes burst on to the literary scene in 2004 with her beguiling debut novelintroducing readers to the glamorous world of PAPs (Park Avenue Princesses)and her loveable heroine, Moi, a 'champagne bubble of a girl' who became an instant hit with readers from coast to coast. 'Missing the gals from Sex and the City? Bergdorf Blondes is the next best thing.'-USA Today
Product Details
- Amazon Sales Rank: #213333 in Books
- Published on: 2007-05-01
- Released on: 2007-05-01
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 384 pages
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- ISBN13: 9781401360306
- Condition: NEW
- Notes: Brand New from Publisher. No Remainder Mark.
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Editorial Reviews
From Publishers Weekly
They're ravenous. They're ruthless. They live in a strictly hierarchical, alpha-dog, eat-or-be-eaten world. No, it's not a rerun of Wild America; it's the world of dressed-to-the-nines Park Avenue heiresses, aka Bergdorf Blondes, botoxed to within an inch of their barely-into-the-third-decade lives. Our unnamed London-born heroine is New York's favorite "champagne-bubble-about-town" and just as effervescent and exhilarating as a fine bottle of Dom Perignon. Blissfully self-interested and flush with the cheeriness that comes from being, well, flush, Miss Disposable Income 2004 sashays her way through New York society in search of the perfect P.H. (Potential Husband)-"Have you any idea how awesome your skin looks if you are engaged?"-and the perfect butt-shaping pair of Chloe jeans. Despair occasionally strikes when her latest prince turns into yet another toad, but it's nothing an invitation to an uber-exclusive Hermes sale and a gallon or so of Bellinis can't fix. She's got the crème de la crème along with her for the ride, including her best friend, the fabulously wealthy heiress Julie Bergdorf, who is tres supportive of her nervous breakdown=You'll be able to dine out on how crazy you went in Paris for months-and a posse of chattering, Harry Winston-bedecked clones with whom to limo around New York. 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.
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From Booklist
Our heroine is a self-described "champagne bubble about town" (the town being New York City, of course), a twentysomething socialite whose life centers on tracking down Chanel sample sales and downing Bellinis with the group of friends she calls the Park Avenue Princesses. When she notices that getting engaged brings a glow to her friends' skin that even an alpha-beta peel can't replicate, she and her best friend embark on a roller-coaster-ride of a search for prospective husbands. Their misadventures, both romantic and cosmetic, are related in a dishy, namedropping-over-cocktails tone. At the story's end, everyone has landed safely on her Manolo Blahniks, true love turns out to be where one least expects to find it, and Vera Wang is booked to design the wedding gowns. Sykes' debut is feather light, but its heart is in the right place. Like the movie Clueless, to which it owes a substantial debt, this is a breathless, sweetly tongue-in-cheek examination of the lifestyles and arcane social mores of the young, rich, and glamorous. Readers, especially fans of Candace Bushnell, will enjoy the ride. Meredith Parets
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Review
"A diabolically amusing concoction." -- The New York Times
"Bergdorf Blondes is packed with delicious sociological observations." -- People
"Bright and funny, Bergdorf Blondes is haute couture chick lit." -- Candace Bushnell
"Endearingly madcap...a charming fiction debut." -- Teen Vogue
"Even brunettes will smile." -- Newsweek
"Having Sex and the City withdrawal? Cure it with Sykes' debut novel." -- Glamour
"I completely loved it! Plum Sykes channels Nancy Mitford and Holly Golightly with great charm and sweetness." -- Jane Green, author of Mr. Maybe and Jemima J.
"Perfectly pitched—playful, funny, satirical and sweet. I laughed out loud many times." -- Anna Wintour, Editor in Chief, Vogue
"This juicy novel is a fun—make that fabulous—read." -- Star magazine
"This season's 'it' book." -- New York Daily News
Customer Reviews
A little too Bergdorf, and a little too blonde
In the tradition of Candace Bushnell's "Four Blondes" and "Trading Up" comes "Bergdorf Blondes" by Plum Sykes, a story about Manhattan's best-dressed women, and their fantastically luxurious highlights, heartbreaks, and Hermes Birkin waiting-list woes. In a sense, the unnamed narrator (a self-described champagne bubble-about-town) and her perfectly blonde best friend, Julie Bergdorf, are refreshingly unlike many rich chick-lit heroines: they're not ruthless or mean-hearted, they're oftentimes charming and witty, and their very self-indulgence has a campy quality that comes across as more amusing than petty.
There's a downside: the book never goes anywhere particularly surprising, and the whirl of men-clothes-manicures gets boring and one-dimensional after a while. The characters' very cuteness is a little unnerving as well; I love clothing as much as the next girl, but it's not all that I, or any other girl for that matter, think about. Sykes' writing isn't good enough to make her characters into real people. Rather, they're simply very well-dressed, well-coiffed shells with no interests other than clothes or men, and they're not real enough to make their silliness interesting for more than 100 pages or so.
In conclusion, it's disappointing to reach the end of the book and realize that it doesn't go anywhere: there's no well-fashioned plot, just a series of fragmented episodes that pass for a story, and there's no character growth. No one ever learns to care for anything beyond men, clothes, and grooming, and yet, despite this, they're perfectly happy people. Does that mean the book's not worth reading? No, it is; it's good beach or boredom reading. But you may find yourself losing interest in the incessant themes of designer highlights and rotten men, in which case, "Bergdorf Blondes" becomes very unpleasant to finish.
Oxford Blues
As an Oxford graduate and an English person I'd just like to apologise to you all for Plum Sykes and Bergdorf Blondes. No, that's all. We're really sorry.
Disappointed
I admire Plum Sykes for writing a debut novel about the world she is familiar with, even though I couldn't help feeling that the book was based on events so true that the book actually lost its flavor; in brief, there was potential for a good book here. I don't mind reading about the world of PJs and thirteen-day blondes, since I don't have to relate to a character's lifestyle to enjoy a novel. Nonetheless, what undermined "Bergdorf Blondes" was the lack of plot and structure, and distracting name dropping. As a matter of fact, the writing style was a little too slang and unecessarily posh for my taste. Luckily, I speak French so that helped to keep the flow as I read. I did enjoy learning the acronyms, but that's about it. The book jacket is way cute too. As an avid reader, I just found that the characters lacked dephth. Some people such as the characters in this book are that shallow, fact of life, but "Bergdorf Blondes" was rife with them. I don't mind predictable plots to be honest, because I generally tend to like happy endings, well at least for one of the characters, but still, Moi didn't do it for me. I regret having bought this book and do not really recommend it.




