Beach book of the week
When a little upstart from Paris robs you of your husband, his $200 million fortune and your position in New York society, bad-mouthing her might seem tacky. So narrator Jo Slater decides to whack the wench.
This deliciously dark novel sneaks a knowing glimpse at a gilded world where backstabbing is okay if you air-kiss first. The vengeful Jo becomes increasingly devious—and perversely sympathetic—with every bauble she has to hock, though she never loses her shallowness. When she arrives for a showdown with her rival, Jo can't help mentally critiquing the decor. Now bad taste: In Jo's world, that's a crime. (Talk Miramax, $22.95)
Bottom Line: Killer read
