I had every intention of buying this book; (see below) when I stepped into MPH.
"One Fifth Avenue, the Art Deco beauty towering over one of Manhattan's oldest and most historically hip neighborhoods, is a one-of-a-kind address, the sort of building you have to earn your way into - one way or another. For the women in Candace Bushnell's new novel, One Fifth Avenue, this edifice is essential to the lives they've carefully established - or hope to establish. From the hedge fund king's wife to the aging gossip columnist to the free-spirited actress (a recent refugee from L.A.), each person's game plan for a rich life comes together under the soaring roof of this landmark building." This book is a modern-day story of old and new money, that same combustible mix that Edith Wharton mastered in her novels about New York's Gilded Age and F. Scott Fitzgerald illuminated in his Jazz Age tales. Many decades later, Bushnell's New Yorkers suffer the same passions as those fictional Manhattanites from eras past: They thirst for power, for social prominence, and for marriages that are successful - at least to the public eye. But Bushnell is an original, and One Fifth Avenue is so fresh that it reads as if sexual politics, real estate theft, and fortunes lost in a day have never happened before.
After a hellish work schedule for the past 2 months,working non stop 7 days a week, getting home just to crash on the bed and change clothes, I am in serious need for a distraction. I needed something glamorous, something along the lines of Sex and the City. I needed the power girls. I desperately wanted to escape the world for just a few hours.
But this book caught my eye instead;
Interesting title I must say. Personally, I've always thought that one is the other. I didn't buy the book yet. I still needed some time to browse through and maybe GOOGLE it over. ( Yes, I'm that kind of person ;p)
Tomorrow is a Sunday. I might just go to MPH again.