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This is a novel about life working in the city, specifically working in the heart of the city in the cut throat world of the stock trader. However our three besuited business babes (a puke worthy description shamelessly stolen from the publishers blurb on the rear cover) are not bona fide stockbrokers, one is a spoilt rich kid with a coke habit whose family ties bought her a job which she improved upon using her feminine charm, considerable cleavage and the removal of much expensive matching lingerie. The second is a neurotic over qualified secretary and the third is an impostor.
They have nothing whatsoever in common until a chance drunken encounter on the fateful day referred to as Black Thursday unites them in a way that they never imagined.
It's a ridiculous concept for a novel with a plot line that wouldn't be out of place amongst the pages of Sex and the City but for all that it's a very well written entertaining read. There's lots of shopping, much horizontal tangoing and illicit substances in the sort of quantities that make Amy Winehouse look like a poster girl for a nunnery.
Faith Bleasdale possesses the sort of writing talent that make the characters spring to life with the advantage that you begin to wonder what will happen next and hope that all turns out the ways our distressed and distraught damsels want whist admonishing yourself for being so ridiculously involved in what is clearly a fictional tale.
I'm eagerly awaiting the arrival of the authors earlier book "Rubber Gloves or Jimmy Choos?" if its even half as good I'm in for a fabulous read.