If you like the TV show Sex and the City, you'll HATE the book! I've seen two episodes of the show, and it looks sweet and funny and character-centered. And yeah, it's blunt and graphic (I assume; I've only seen it in syndication on basic cable), but not as heartless, unromatic, and hopeless as this stuff.
Carrie Bradshaw, who is one of many "friends" who supplies the author with info for this nonfiction compilation of anecdotes, for example. In her second appearance in the book, she is in a fancy restaurant having lunch with friends. "She lit up her twentieth cigarette of day, and when the maitre d'hotel ran over and told her to put it out, she said, 'Why, I wouldn't dream of offending anyone.' Then she put the cigarette out on the carpet."
Is this the Carrie Bradshaw you know and love? No.
This book reinforces for me the fact that I would never wish to be a New Yorker. Or at least, a Manhattanite.
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I figured as much, though I hoped not, because SATC is one of my favorite shows! I read Bushnell's _Four Women_ and it was so depressing I almost couldn't finish it. Bleh.
I know, isn't it sad? I was really, really hopeful. But I haven't seen the whole series, so I have something to fall back on, at least.
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