The Right Address
by Carrie Karasyov and Jill Kargman
read by Bernadette Donne
Synopsis from Goodreads
The Right Address sears through the upper crust of New York’s glittering Park Avenue scene to dish the dirt on the ladies who lunch, the gents who club, and the desperate climbers who will stop at nothing to join the backstabbing, champagne-sipping, socialite-eat-socialite stratosphere.
When Melanie Sartomsky, wily Floridian flight attendant, snares billionaire divorcée Arthur “the coffin king” Korn, she is catapulted into the crème de la crème of Park Avenue society, where hiring the wrong decorator is tantamount to social suicide, and where, if you’re anyone, your personal assistant has a personal assistant. But Melanie quickly discovers that in the world of the rich and idle, malicious gossip is as de rigeur as owning twenty pairs of Manolo Blahniks. And despite her frenzied plunge into the charity circuit and the right dinner reservations, her neighbors are Givenchy-clad vultures who see her as nothing more than a reinvented trailer trollop. To make matters worse, when a snide society-rag journalist rakes her over the coals, Melanie’s reputation is toast.
Meanwhile, Melanie is not the only billionaire in the neighborhood coming unhinged. Kleptomania, adultery, plagiarism, and a grisly Harlem sex murder are just a few of the secrets swirling under the pedigreed patina of furs and emeralds on Park Avenue.
It was a bit like listening to Gossip Girl the later years, once they’ve aged and toned down some, but are still shallow, petty, and obsessed with scandal. No one was manipulating them with next messages and gossip girl blasts, but they tear each other up with vicious whispers and “lost” invitations.
It’s a very character driven book. Each chapter hops around and follows a different pair or family. With one notable exception, there’s very little plot to the novel, it’s more just listening to people’s lives as they struggle through society. If there’s one thing the novel teaches, it’s that money doesn’t buy happiness. Rich couples struggle to fit in despite giving money to the “right” charities, trying to sit on the “right” boards, and studying all of the trends. Others have settled in loveless marriages or trying to survive being an older divorced woman in a world of couples.
“You know who” refers not to Lord Voldermort, but the different people involved in the most memorable scandals. “You know who married the maid.” “You know who was seen with an exotic floozie.”
You might not like this book if…
you prefer plot driven novels with fast paced chapters.
It didn’t blow me away, but I liked it. Therefore, I give it 4 out of 5 stars.