Sex and the city was a nice read. Not at all amazing, but it's very easy to read, sometimes funny, sometimes it makes you think about how much we've evolved since the 90's.
It's really important to keep in mind that the book is almost nothing like the series.

I'm a huge fan of the TV show, and it just really wasn't as good!

should subjectivity rule book reviews. I think so, yes. but I'm about to accept a 2 month work gig that will require me to live out of a suitcase for the duration. the problem is the work site is located, for all your Londoners, in Kensington, so to speak, and I'm looking at 1 hour commutes from Camden if I found a short-term time share. now one of these timeshares offers American Express payment terms, which is just finger-lickin' tempting, but I dunno. I guess I would rather see if it's humanly possible to squat atop Maybery. that's the sick thing about rich zones-- you start getting paid for things all the peons pay for.

(we don't pay taxes, we're rich)

'cuz subjectivity is whatever it is, what GR lurking and probing amounts to, maybe, is that I will, o anonymous reader, fill this entry with more prattle and stories. but guess what. because, every so often, a lurker thumbs-up one of my reviews, I know you're out there. I'm not talking to a vacuum. I'm not creating a one-sided conversation with Anonymous. (really doktor, I'm not)

the story I'm about to relate actually happened on that island Manhattan. it was around the turn of the century and Sex and the City was on the air. I met a "Clarence Durham Bickleby" (actual new England prep school name) who just casually mentioned, within hours of my making his acquaintaince, that he had viciously broken in the mid-teen younger sister of one of his friends. now was Clarence being affected by Sex and the City and its ethos of completely emotionless hookups? or was Sex and the City a product of the Manhattan mindset? and did Clarence Durham Bickleby evolve out of the finance-sector riches out of whence he came? or did finance talent arise from the mindset of predatorial social relationships?

actually I was sort of intending to more vividly characterize Manhattan apartments (especially their kitchens), the astronomic rents (I know a multi-millionaire family that lives merely in a duplex, ha, only Manhattan), the glow of incandescent lamps that will soon remain only in literature (already these are banned in some developing countries; you're next), how drugs can change a person's personality, or whether you are better off, in so many words, being the poorest person in Kensington or the richest in Bankside (most sources claim the former). I wanted to write about Manhattan in such terms that writing it out in all capitals would only serve as short-hand for that pure insularity of outlook. Jay-Z. dollar cabs. Century 21. god knows.

okay. so instead of the actual story, reader only gets "what the story would have been about." Clarence Durham Bickleby, scion of New London, heir to a 19th century canning fortune, and 2003 Manhattan sexual aggressor.

story 2! (batter up!)

I once had a year where I did nothing but house-sit. again, this is manhattan related, because when you are a Dubai prince with a couple billion, you buy a Murray Hill townhouse but don't really know what to do with it. but you can't just let anyone hang out there. even a service might be staffed mostly by Brooklyn winos. hence, only your friends's friends cousins can house sit for you. or your daughter's classmates' tutor. so in the end, in order to get these profitable house sitting assignments, I had to belong to the Racquet Club, the Harmonie club (Jewish only ha); I had to pool sit at another unnamed (that's how private) members' only group. I got to Manhattanite for just about how much I was making. or maybe a little less. blah. what a year. then I went overseas and earned it all back but became a nobody.

finally, story 3. I picked up this book in combination with the Gulag Archipelago. and I got Kafka on the Shore, although I've already read it. long story short, I am ripping up the books as I read them. that makes me an advanced tactical genius of travel or a word destroyer. and having wandered european capitals in my early 20s wearing out shoe rubber rather than expend more than 1 euro for a brioche, 1 euro for curry-wurst, 1 euro for nudeln, I now have the (Sult) experience of being a walker-poverty ridden in major capitals. of Paris-Amsterdam-London-Berlin, all of whose nooks and crannies I have sought out, I can state authoritatively

highest quality of life: Berlin (forests, prices)
best place to be exiled: London (sheer variety)
quality of visual spectacle: Paris (all that belle epoque metalwork)
freeist country: Amsterdam (police are shoved and honked at, amazing!)

SEX AND THE CITY is about Manhattan. it is about hookup culture. it is knowing and it flows. it stems from Bushnell's job as a gossip columnist. it captured a certain few years. 4/5

If I ever got elected I’d get sworn in on this

You don't hear me say this often, but TV/Movie > book in this case.

serious people here

Meh. The first half was great and then it went down from there

The writing style is definitely not for everyone but alas! The characters were different and I enjoyed seeing how some of them fit into the show. There were parts of this book I truly loved and found relatable, and at times it was so uncomfortable and cringe-worthy I thought it was my worst nightmare.

Denna bok var så förvirrande och helt osammanhängande. Om jag inte hade hört om serien sex and the city så hade jag inte förstått att Carrie var huvudpersonen (och även om jag hört om serien så förstod jag det inte förrän halvvägs in i boken.) Jag var också extremt förvirrad gällande alla namn. Är Sam och Samantha samma person? Jag kunde inte hålla koll på alla karaktärer och det var svårt att veta vilka som var viktiga eftersom vissa personer bara nämns en gång medan vi får höra om andra genom hela boken. Jag förstod inte att Skipper var en man förrän alldeles för långt in i boken. Jag gillar konceptet att deras kaotiska liv speglas i att boken hoppar mellan olika sammanhang men det måste finnas en gräns. Läsarna behöver fortfarande någon typ av riktning eller vägledning. Det är svårt att skriva en review när jag inte fattar vad jag läste.

this sucked ?? nothing like the show ??? i’m confused

Yikes. What I find amazing is that a show with characters I grew to love so much was birthed by this book with characters that almost make me embarrassed to be part of the human race. And it simply hasn’t aged well and includes some terms that are very un-PC in today’s very PC world.

nearly unreadable— the structure makes not a lick of sense and if you think the sex and the city tv show is misogynistic and homophobic.......you got another thing coming when you read the source text