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Summary: Spend your time elsewhere...
Review: I'm sure many of you are like me - once I start reading a book, I can't stop...even if it is dreadful. So condsider yourself warned - if you're like me, don't start reading this book. Just take a look at the majority of the reviews on here and you'll soon agree.The stories in this book follow the most shallow and self-consumed women I've ever read about. Since I wouldn't be interested in knowing these women in my everyday life, I can't imagine why I'd want to read about them. Since I'm a humanitarian by heart, I'll save you from the same torture that I inflicted upon myself and not sell this book on Amazon's used book option. You can thank me later.
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Summary: Garbage!
Review: Garbage! Halfway through the book and bored to tears, I took it back to the store and demanded a refund. And guess what! I wasn't the first one to do so. Please don't waste your time and money on this book! It is nothing like SEX IN THE CITY!
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Summary: Extremely Disappointing
Review: I bought this book thinking it would be a fun summer read. I am a huge fan of Sex and the City, but found this book to be overly pretentious and depressing. I kept reading thinking it might get better, but it never did. I don't know any women who will relate to the stories, much less enjoy them. Buy Sex and the City on DVD if you want fun stories that you can relate to, don't waste your money on 4 Blondes.
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Summary: wouldn't recomend!
Review: This was a book that had funny, sad, happy, and yes at times (more often then not) raunchy tales of four blondes. I skimmed over half of it. The characters where shallow, self absorbed, and unlikable. I really enjoyed Sex In The City, but this one really let me down. It will be a long time before I pick up another one of her books.
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Summary: A perfect example...
Review: ...of an author who must've won her book contract in a sweepstakes. With so many promising and aspiring writers out there, I cannot believe she continues to receive the support of a publishing house.
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Summary: Giving Blondes a bad name
Review: I received this book as a birthday present, but should have returned it after the first one hundred pages. Since reading this book I can barely stand to watch Sex and the City anymore. Bushnell's accounts of these four rich, socialite blondes were pretty disturbing because it seems as though these women are SUPPOSED to be viewed as glamorous by readers, which in most cases, they just come off as [...]. I could just imagine if her characters were real, instead of being on the society pages of Vogue, they would be on a trashy talk show. All in all, I almost am considering dying my hair to not be associated with her fair-haired brood.
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Summary: Four Blondes
Review: Let me preface this review with three little words: "waste of time." With each and every story, I found myself asking, "Wouldn't it be more interesting and productive if I tried to learn how to play the piano with my elbows?" I was mislead into reading this book because I enjoy "Sex and the City." Trust me, this book is that bad. I can't believe this book was published.
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Summary: Mindless and not entertaining whatsoever.
Review: OK. I walk into the bookstore. I pick up 4 blondes, thinking that it won't be anything but entertaining....a simple read that may be enlightening. How bad can it be right? It's on the bestseller list. It can't be THAT bad, can it? Was I wrong. Don't get me wrong. I like mindless entertaining books too, but this is a mindless one without any laughs, any direction, and the stories drag on, for what it seems like forever. To say this book was bearable is being generous. These women depicted in the stories are money-hungry, sex animals, and without value, ambition, etc. This is seriously not a good depiction of women whatsoever. Read it and you'll be sorry.
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Summary: Flat Champagne
Review: I so wanted to like this book. At first I did. Like the supermarket tabloids that detail the downfalls of the rich and famous, you can relish feeling superior to the shallow model of the first story, Janey Wilcox, who will endure any humiliation in the interest of mooching a Hamptons summer. As someone who hates the Hamptons and everything they stand for, this story was at first gratifying. However, here, as in two of the other stories, the writer fails to provide a believable resolution -- things happen, but the character doesn't really change, or if she does, superficially, it's only in a way she should have figured out long before her age of nearly 35 -- don't be dependent on a man. Duh. Not exactly a stunning insight. I also relished, at first, the portrait of the phony upper west side liberal couple, Winnie and James. [...]-- snobbish, judgmental, "for" poor people and blacks, though they know none outside their Jamaican nanny. Hoping for a Tom Wolf-like skewering of these typical elitists, I thought, I could read a whole book on these people. Unfortunately, the author does not pursue the more interesting theme of their essential political hypocracy, but drags the story down to the level of not very believable sex. James "happens" to have a former roommate who is now a movie star. Winnie has an affair with him, for vague revenge for her husband's wimpiness. James likewise has an affair with a young vixen who turns out to be rather a gross-out. At least the woman had the better time, but the story failed to resonate, because, well, wouldn't these people have cheated on each other long ago? And in Candace Bushnell's world, does adultery even matter? An interesting premise that went nowhere. The third piece, which I took to be a take off on Caroline Bisset and JFK Jr., was so badly written I can't even believe an editor didn't take it in hand and redo it herself. It just rambles on aimlessly, dropping designer label names, cigarettes, drugs. No characterization at all. Read like a really early rough draft. Again -- no consistency to the characters, an interesting idea that wasn't developed into anything. The last piece was more like her old newspaper column than an actual story -- funny little tidbits on British men, vs. Americans. You could take it at it's own level, which was light, and at least you had the gratification of her hooking up with a romance at the end. Overall, the existence of this book is a reflection on how greedy the publishing industry is to capitalize on temporary fame. They should have demanded the author write a real book. I really wish Bushnell had the talent and patience to be this century's Edith Wharton. [....]
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Summary: More Malaise for the 30something Woman
Review: I was disappointed in this book. I came to it having read Bridget Jones, The Girls Guide to Hunting and Fishing, Confessions of a Shopaholic, etc., and this book was not nearly as good. The characters are materialistic and shallow, and I was unable to empathize with any of them. I don't watch STC, so I can't say how this compares, but as for the growing genre of Gen XX chromosome lit., there are better reads than this one out there.
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