![]() ![]() ![]() Some situations were meant for the trashy novel. If you're the sort of person who enjoys leafing though old copies of Vogue (one of my best friends does), it's by no means impossible that you will enjoy this book! I was reminded of the Monty Python sketch where they present a hard-boiled detective story with the focus mostly on what the wallpaper looks like. So you'll be having some absurd seduction scene, and suddenly she'll break off for a detailed, apparently very sophisticated description of what the woman is wearing. (She was a fashion journalist for a long time). The weirdest thing of all, however, is that even though most of it is just nonsense cobbled together from movies and trash novels, she actually does know a lot about fashion. Her portrayal of the British upper classes simply defies description. People keep falling in love, getting tragically killed, losing their money in stock crashes, and things like that. ![]() ![]() The story-line and the characters are a ridiculous mishmash of stock elements, haphazardly spliced together: a playboy father, a beautiful mother, a cruel half-brother who incestuously rapes her, a brain-damaged younger sister she has to take care of. That lunchtime, all the women at work were talking about Princess Daisy, so I thought: what the hell, I'll read it. ![]()
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