I’LL EAT WHEN I’M DEAD

Australian Women’s Weekly NZ - - BOOKS - by Bar­bara Bour­land, Ha­chette.

If the ti­tle of this book grabs your at­ten­tion, the first para­graph will surely seal the deal and is worth quot­ing in full: “It was not im­pos­si­ble for a thirty-seven-year-old woman to starve to death in Man­hat­tan, less than a mile from the near­est Whole Foods, though it was un­usual.” Hil­lary Whit­ney is dead, and her friends and col­leagues at RAGE Fash­ion Book are told it’s down to the right com­bi­na­tion of stress and a diet of al­ka­li­neonly green juices. But these women don’t just know how to rock an out­fit and sell mag­a­zines, they’re whip-smart and they, and a rather at­trac­tive male NYPD de­tec­tive, are soon on the trail of a killer of rare taste and dis­cre­tion. I’ll Eat When I’m Dead is such a sharply sar­donic frolic through the world of fash­ion that it makes The Devil Wears Prada look so last sea­son.

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