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Shelves: goodbye-brain-cells , derp , waste-of-hours , i-could-do-better Is also a novel by a certain Louise Bagshawe and, in my quest for awful books full of derp and rage, I read it because the bumf on the back said she was a British answer to some American chick lit scribbler and given that I have a special loathing for chick lit, I just had to immerse myself in this wasteland of "edgy, sophisticated women and handsome, powerful men" as the bumf refers to it as.
Executive Summary The adventures of three nasty minded backstabbing wank baskets who Is also a novel by a certain Louise Bagshawe and, in my quest for awful books full of derp and rage, I read it because the bumf on the back said she was a British answer to some American chick lit scribbler and given that I have a special loathing for chick lit, I just had to immerse myself in this wasteland of "edgy, sophisticated women and handsome, powerful men" as the bumf refers to it as.
The adventures of three nasty minded backstabbing wank baskets who everyone inexplicably loves. Sally Lassiter, Helen Yanna and Jane Morgan are three women who are proprietors of the ultra-wealthy and high powered cosmetics firm named Glamour, who are some megacorp who have their fingers in every single fashion and beauty pie imaginable. Much description is made of what they are wearing and how unearthly glamorous they are. Clothing porn is engaged in, to an extent where I wonder whether Dolce e Gabbana, MaxMara, and Maria Grachvogel are paying the author off for this.
The novel then flashes back to the s where the three of them are all cohorts at a super exclusive Californian boarding school for the daughters of rich parents. This is where they all get it together and suchlike. For instance, Jane is bullied as the bookish, shy girl she is until The Makeover upon where she becomes beautiful all along. Speaking of which, the author seems unable to let a page go by without, where Sally is mentioned, referring to "her illegal curves.
The rest of the flashback details their heroic and thoroughly unbelievable clawing back up to become who they are. Now come on. Jane gets a job greeting at a supermarket and gets fired by her bitchy manager because a punter makes an unjustified complaint about her. Sucks to be her, right? Only it turns out that one of the directors of the supermarket chain is passing by and overhears this and not only chews out the manager for being a bloody idiot, but then Jane is able to talk her way into being promoted over the manager just like that.
The company director then showers her with praise and affection and warm fluffies and the bitchy manager repents and sees the error of her ways and comes over all repentant. Yeah right. She also continues to have "illegal curves" and claims that she has "always been a star" when one of the first journalists who she runs across starts taking an interest.
The authorial voice sides with her on this and even those who berate her for such inauspicious conduct also see the error of their ways.
Helen is the only of the three whose plot is vaguely believable. However, the whole angle - arranged marriage to an older man who just wants to slap bellies with a pretty girl now his deeply missed first wife is dead - is kinda forgotten about when she goes off and rejoins her gittish mates. Sorry, but marrying into wealth is not sophisticated or edgy. The rest of the book is suitably awful.
We know this because heavy metal is popular amongst the cool kids. Like Nirvana. Then mention is made of selling something on eBay. In the s. Also, how come this trio are so awesomely awesome and glamorous to attract press attention at a high school party just a couple of months after they get it together?
Or the general meteoric rise of the threesome in what seems like just a few years. Which are about as erotic as assembling furniture. Rags to riches tales do exist. Cardinal Wolsey for one. Emperor, sorry, avtokrator, Basil I of the Byzantine Empire for another. Ascendancy of that nature takes years and years. Especially not in the fashion industry, where the snobbish he-bitches that rule it will only give up power the day Satan is skating to work.
Not here anyhow. I notice the author wrote about nine or ten novels before this one. If you see this novel for sale anywhere, shoot first, ask questions later.