Leer este libro ha sido una cosa.

¿Te lo quieres leer por la serie? Lo más interesante es que Stanford tiene pelo, largo y rizado.

La forma en la que está escrito es como han montado los episodios después. Te van contando historietas en cada capítulo, supuestamente siguiendo todas el mismo tema. Me he pasado la mitad del libro no entendiendo que estoy leyendo, porque en realidad escribe lo que le sale del mismísimo en cada párrafo nuevo.

Leí en algún comentario que es increíble lo bien que han hecho la serie con la basura que viene en el libro. Sinceramente, han cogido el libro, han ordenado las ideas, les han dado sentido y lo han convertido en algo que sí se puede disfrutar.

Hay una barbaridad de personajes y sus historias son súper inconexas. En la serie lo han hecho bien, porque le han dado sentido haciendo que sean personas entrevistadas por Carrie, pero aquí no pasa eso.

Podría no haberlo leído hasta el final y estaría igual. Lo único que me ha hecho leerlo entero es qué quería comparar y ver que cosas se han rescatado para la serie. Si tienes esta paciencia, léetelo. Si estás viviendo algo malo y quieres experimentar algo peor para que lo tuyo se sienta menos malo, léetelo. Si eres una fan esquizofrénica de la serie como yo y quieres escribir una parrafada de un libro cutre de los 90, léetelo. Que te sale de los mismísimos leerlo, como a la escritora este libro, léetelo. Y si no, échate una siesta o algo yo que sé.

Un beso y bebed agua.

"She's wearing a loose white shirt, it's like a white flag and it's driving Carrie crazy. Suddenly Carrie feels like a shark smelling blood. She fantasizes about killing the woman and eating her. It's terrifying how much she's enjoying the fantasy. (..) Carrie envisions tearing into the woman's soft, white flesh with her teeth."

literally the only interesting passage in this damn book it's a miracle the series is as good as it is given this was the source material

One of the biggest disappointments ever for me. I am a huge fan of the show, and this book was just horrible. The series bears almost no resemblance to the book. A few of the character names are the same and the Carrie/Big characters are kind of the same in the book and show. I really feel that the TV scriptwriters did an amazing job at developing the series' well-rounded characters from this mess of a book. Actually, I don't even want to call this a book... There is virtually no plot or character development. The book is a collection of seemingly unconnected short essays in interview format. Bushnell owes a debt of gratitude to the screenplay writer who was genius enough to take her twisted mess of words and turn them into the wonderful stories that we know from the series.

Let's get straight to the point. This is one of the worst books that I have ever read (as far as I can remember). The series is so much better than the book. I mean I'm not exactly a fan of the series, but I can say i like it...this feels a world apart from the series...and not in a good way.

The TV series was often witty, intelligent, funny, well scripted and acted. The book doesn't have anything in common with it. Everything that would sometimes annoy me about the series ( I said I'm not exactly a fan of it) paled away in comparison with this mess. That's it, the word I was looking for. A mess. This novel feels like a mess to me. It feels like walking in an apartmant inhabited by a bounch of teenage boys who had been living on pizza and past food for a month and have forgotten to take out the garbage, wash the dishes or do any cleaning whatsoever.

This book feels like a very very bad hangover. Like all those awkard moments from when you were a teenager that you just want to forget about and pray God nobody reminds you of them. Like a bitter end of some meaningless fight that left you feel exhausted. Like being forced to watch a soap opera you hate. Like pigeon poo on your new pair of shoes. That is what this book felt like to me.

What did I think of it? Well, in my personal view, it is unbelievably shallow, messy, badly constructed, lacking imagination and writing skill of even the most basic kind..it was a torture to read this one, I tell you. Hadn't I been a lot younger, I would have probably given up...but in my early tweenties I was a very patient reader and I would finish every book. These days I can't be bothered, if I absolutely hate some book I just leave it be and move to a new one. To whom I would recommend this book? I don't know. You might read it and end up liking it, I didn't. I quite strongly dislike it. If you're a big fan of the show and you want to read it for that purpuse, who am I to stop you?

I will say one thing. After reading this book, I respect the screen writers and crew of the TV series The Sex and the City. I don't know how they managed to turn this terrible book and into something pretty good. I was always sure that script writing takes a special effort and those guys have it!

This book is definitely not for everyone. At first, you’re going to hate it, because it has nothing to do with the hbo series, but for some reason you can’t stop reading.
I didn’t like a single character, but the little anectodes of imaginary new york were perfectly funny and well written.

Maybe I waited too long to read this, but I just thought it was depressing. The only thing I got out of this story is the elaborate effort involved in landing a corporate millionare. This is desperate snobbery abounding.

I reject the notion of a ‘guilty pleasure.’ What a miserable little life you have to lead if you have to justify the things that make you happy! Having watched (and re-watched) the entirety of the show and those two god-awful movies before reading this book, I was very interested in seeing Sex and the City's origin story. Turns out, the concept is there, but the plot is structured very differently. There is no core four friend group, which is what makes the show so compelling. At its crux, it is a show about female friendships. This book actually hints quite a lot at that idea; one of my favorite parts was when Amalita explained that she was left with nothing when her sugar daddy left her, and the only people in the world who showed her and her daughter any kindness were her girlfriends. This book is very cynical in many ways, but it does not pit women against each other.
On that note of cynicism: I was left in the worst mood after finishing this book! No spoilers; the tone is just so disillusioned. The show was a little more upbeat in part because the women were able to get through their difficulties thanks to their friends and in part because television did not portray that kind of cynicism until very recently. Nowadays, you'd be hard-pressed to find an Emmy-acclaimed show that *doesn't* delve into dark topics, even in the Comedy category. But twenty years ago, the landscape of television was something else entirely, as the term "dramedy" had barely entered the pop culture lexicon. Comedies were supposed to keep it light; dramas were delineated by darker lighting. Obviously, I digress.
Candace Bushnell is Carrie Bradshaw (even their names are nearly identical). Bushnell chooses to create distance between her and the protagonist of this book by presenting her as “my friend Carrie,” which serves as the literary equivalent of posting “my buddy wants to know” on Reddit. And who could blame her? Carrie is whiny, snotty, and judgmental, a woman with no limit on her credit card nor her selfishness, even though she herself comes from humble origins.
What is ultimately central to understanding Sex and the City is that this book is the peak of liberal feminism (an oxymoron). Feminism that fits neatly within the liberal framework--Sheryl Sandberg feminism--is not feminism; it's just liberalism, because feminism inherently requires boundaries of society to be expanded. When you place all of the onus upon the individual (Personal Responsibility!), you effectively erase all actual feminist discourse about how societies are structured. That's basic feminist theory, but it bears repeating in this context. When Bushnell says “New York,” she means wealthy, trendy Manhattan, especially but not necessarily white and cishetero.
Yet, despite it all, I firmly hold that this is a feminist text. Yeah, no shit, it's imperfect. I just don't think it can be overstated how culturally significant this book and (even more so) the television adaptation were during their time period. If you disagree or maintain that Sex and the City is shitty, then that's fine. Obviously, everyone has different interests. Just don't universalize your opinion. Don't forget that not everything has to appeal to you in order to hold value! That's similar to the sort of miserable attitude held by people who feel "guilty" about their pleasure. People do this a lot in general, and it's so elitist and conceited, and it especially strikes me the wrong way when the people in question are men and the media at hand is women-centered.

Check out my reading vlog for this book (including a SATC skit): https://youtu.be/Jarg6RMOotk

Ah, I love the series and movies so much that this hurts. I went into reading this knowing this was going to be nothing like the show, but that still didn't stop this book from disappointing me. Not because it's not like the show, but because of how badly this book has aged.

This is essentially a bunch of columns and interviews the author did for a magazine back in the 90s, and boy does it show. The people that are featured in this book are shallow and so unlikeable. It makes it worse that these people are real people, just with their names changed. Chapter 8 in particular, the one about threesomes, made my skin crawl. It was essentially a group of straight men talking about what they look for in threesomes and what women should do. Again, I get this is just a documentation on real people, but I was highly uncomfortable with the misogyny and lowkey homophobia depicted in this book.

Sometimes the narrator would slip into using the D word when referencing lesbians. Sometimes I was confused whether the narrator was the narrator or Carrie Bradshaw. There was no redeemable 'character' or anyone to personally like in this book. Even Samantha, who I love in the show but was also introduced as a powerful woman in this, slipped into the girl-on-girl hate that is so apparent from every female character. Even from the males. Ah, I just couldn't handle all the judgment. Even though I'm not a young female in New York, I still felt judged. This book really did make me feel worse about myself as a person.

There's plenty of things I took issue with this book which I highlight in my Sex and the City reading vlog if you would like to check it out - I also parody Carrie and Samantha from the show (even though my acting is terrible, I'd still say I was a little bit better than the book haha). The only reason this is a 2 star is because of CAWPILE and the fact I had to rate logic a 10, since this is somewhat non-fiction.

You can read my complete review right here: https://reviewswithsprinkles.com/2015...

*3.5*

Ok tal vez cumplir treinta ya no suena tan mal!

Sex and the City show is one of my favorite shows ever. When I learnt that the show was based on a book, I immediately read the book and the book did not compare to the show in any way.

This book read like a narcissist's day to day diary. The main character was so annoying that I straight-out hated her. I wanted to quit mid way but I thought may be it will get better but it didn't. If I had read this book first, I might not have bothered with the show. But then again I love SJP so I may have watched it anyway.

If you love the show, please avoid this disaster of a book.

1 star

Divertido e leve tal como a série. Mas nada do outro mundo. Bom para "limpar o palato" de leituras mais densas.