I’LL EAT WHEN I’M DEAD

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.