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This book sounded like a fun romp, but it has few high points. It's a little too silly for me, but then again, I'm not that into "chick lit" which I would definately classify this as.


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Bergdorf Blondes A Novel Plum Sykes 9781401359607 Books Reviews

A total waste of time.
I came across this title while reading a friend's blog. She said it was her favorite (in fact, her second time reading it), and I was looking for a new book to read at the time. Something fluffy, girly, full of love, high fashion and a little New York City glitz. I really believe the title and cover caught my attention. What girl doesn't want to read about Bergdorf's?

The first attempt didn't go so well. I think I made it to about page 3 before I decided to put it down. After weeks of looking at this book sitting on my shelf I decided I wasn't going to waste the $6.39 I had paid for the book and began my second attempt.

I picked it up, pushed through the first three or so chapters, and ended up somewhere just short of not being able to put this book down to eat.

Just a quick piece of advice when you get to the "lingo guide" at the end of chapter one, make sure you pay attention. Yes, that "lingo" is actually used throughout the book (PJ= private jet, Beyond= way beyond fabulous, etc.) and I promise it gets worse than that. At that point in the book I rolled my eyes and wasn't sure I'd ever actually be successful at finishing it. I was just about ready to forgo my $6 just so I didn't have to read this nonsense.

Bergdorf Blondes was written by Plum Skyes, which I'm assuming contributed to most of the hype surrounding this book. Plum Skyes has worked at and written for Vogue Magazine as well as been considered an "It Girl" by New York City society. When it comes to this type of lifestyle Plum Skyes knows what she's talking about. This was her first novel, and has since published The Debutante Divorcée.

I'll start off by saying that this book drops label names more than Gossip Girl.

Meet Moi, the main character of the book who drops a little bit of French here and there and refers to sex as "going to Brazil". She's also best friend's with Julie Bergdorf (heiress of Bergdorf's- the department store). If you've ever wondered what it was like to live as a wealthy Upper East Sider, now is your chance. You'll be introduced to Moi's posse the New York City Upper East Side "Park Avenue Princesses". Their day to day activities consist of being socialites, finding just the right color blonde for their hair, sleeping with random men, and having more money than one could possibly know what to do with.

The "princesses" are constantly overwhelmed and stressed with the everyday chores of picking out an outfit, hosting a party, and finding a fiancè just because they are the "hottest fashion accessory". The "princesses" are constantly hopping onto the PJ's (I told you to pay attention to the lingo guide!) of wealthy men on a whim of notice who they have known for less than 24 hours. Then again if you didn't have a career or any responsibility, wouldn't you?

Moi does have a career, although you can hardly call it that. It is generally tossed to the side so she can de-stress from her highly chaotic life by lying on the pool deck of a resort while attending some international film fest in Europe.

The majority of this book is focused on Moi's love life. If you ask me, it seems like she enjoys being treated poorly by men. But, like any other chick lit novel, it'll leave you smiling at the end- no worries!

Although there is a lot of nonsense, gossip and frivolous concerns, the book does have an overall good plot, and it will keep you turning the pages. You too will want to know if Moi finds true love and whether her friendship with Julie will weather the storm.

While this book is no where near award winning material, it makes for a great summer read. Those who've enjoyed Gossip Girl and any other book about the glamorous lives of NYC's wealthy and most popular will be sure to enjoy this one as well.
Sykes uses the device of a self-deceived, unreliable narrator (a technique first made famous in English literature in The Canterbury Tales) to satirize a self-absorbed, ignorant, and selfish culture. It's harder than it seems to succeed at this type of satire most writers succumb to the temptation of having their initially blind hero/ine achieve some sort of epiphany, after which s/he is redeemed and surrenders old selfish, greedy ways. (Think of the tedious, dour piety of "The Right Address," whose heroine is brutally chastened into abandoning her pursuit of status and prestige.)

By contrast, Sykes keeps the fluff afloat, no easy task. For example, her heroine is at once slutty and prudish she immediately sleeps with any man who has money, but coyly refers to sex as "visiting Ipanema" (after the trendy "Brazilian bikini wax"). This substitution of half-truths and distortions for ugly reality is the hallmark of the unreliable narrator.

By having her heroine allude to sex by referring to an unnecessary consumer luxury service, Sykes neatly encapsulates the narrator's consumerism, and demonstrates the ultimate result of rampant consumerism the self and others become mere fungible currency, incapable of honesty, self-knowledge, or intimacy. But the heroine never realizes this. She remains foolish and shallow, and never becomes a blunt instrument of a tedious morality tale -- or a complex character. The genre is limited, but Sykes exploits it to its fullest, with no apologies.
This book was ok - nothing great. Kinda silly actually. I really think this book is aimed towards 19 year old girls. It's not a romance, or even chic lit... It's just.... A story. There aren't any endearing characters in the story, although its not badly written.
I'd seriously recommend trying a chapter before buying it.
I am usually only non-fiction reader of serious subject matter. Occasionally, after a fabulous but depressing series of reads about, say the Holocaust (really), I look for a guilty pleasure that makes me laugh, and not think. This was wonderful for that. And well written.
After reading this book, I realised it was written with active encouragement of Anna Wintour. Sigh! The novel follows the travails of an half English Rose, only named, “Moi” to land herself a rich, titled husband even though she lives in NYC. She is best friends with Julie Bergdorf, a department store heiress. They are on first name terms with every major designer, sit in first rows of NYC fashion week and snog mostly filthy rich men, married or single. They inhabit a small world, where everyone knows everyone, the parties are nonstop and the greatest stress a girl can have is the weighty question of what she will wear to the next event. Considering a lot of my friends fit the same mould, I should have had greater empathy with the characters. However, by the end, I just wanted the idiots to OD on ambien or Xanax or whatever “it” opioid they could lay their hands on. I normally do not detest English writers, but this was even worse than poor, old, tired Helen Fielding. Entitled socialites get opportunities far beyond their abilities, and this novel is proof of this unfortunate fact. The girl got the earl, the heiress got another heir, and they remained as venal as ever. If Anna Wintour has any sense, she should be mentoring people with real writing talent, not size 2 socialites with twee middle names (used as their pen names) who churn out mediocre rubbish based on their lives.
P.S. The concoction is not diabolically amusing - as described on the cover. The person writing the cover description must have written it at gunpoint, gun being held by Anna Wintour or Plum Sykes
This book sounded like a fun romp, but it has few high points. It's a little too silly for me, but then again, I'm not that into "chick lit" which I would definately classify this as.