Bergdorf Blondes
Yes, that's right. I've just finished one of the the most fabulous chick-lit books ever. Bergdorf Blondes is wonderfully light. Initially, when I started it, I could almost feel myself becoming less intelligent, more shallow, if you will. But what I love about this book is that, despite the fact that the main character has no real name and just goes by moi (which completely irks me to no end because of the superficiality and conceitedness that follows the idea of using French words when one is not in any way, shape, or form fluent or semi-fluent in French), I can truly identify with the main character. It's not all the crazy shopping she does or the designers she loves or even the friendships she has with her girlfriends. It's the universal empathy shared by all girls of age with the muttering of one word - relationships.
The main character's tumultuous love life, thoroughly complete with trysts with married men, complete assholes, and her friend's love interest, recalls all too clearly the episodes in my life when I've dealt with hooking up with my friend's love interest or starting some form of relationship with a guy who seems to really like you for a good while but all of a sudden turns into a complete asshole and never calls you back.
Of course, this solid piece of chick fluff comes with a happy ending, something I can only dream of at the moment.
A worthy read. I started this at approximately 2:50 AM and finished it at about 5:30 AM, battling through tired and drooping eyelids and the lack of sleep from previous nights. Nevertheless, I wanted to finish this book...and damn it, I did.