I did enjoy a lot about the book, but two things irritated me. One was the author's wierd obsession with all things opulent, and the other was her continual holier-than-thou attitude about New York City. I had to wonder: was she scoffing at the lavish lifestyles as the main character did, or was this not a secret envy of those who can and do live this way? And secondly I wondered: Are all of us dummies who don't live in the Big Apple delegated to second rate comparitively?

Other than those two things, I did enjoy the sisterly relationship, and the story line in particular.

But was it a book I really enjoyed? No. Probably only the first few chapters were what drew me into the book, but I tired of it before it was over. I give it a B-.