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- Publisher: Virago Press Ltd
- Format: Paperback | 480 pages
- Dimensions: 126mm x 194mm x 32mm | 358g
- Publication date: 24 November 2003
- Publication City/Country: London
- ISBN 10: 1860498876
- ISBN 13: 9781860498879
- Sales rank: 30,546
The exploits and excesses of three pill-popping showbiz heroines: Anne, the smalltown girl supposedly modelled on Grace Kelly, who captivates a millionaire but falls for an English cad; Jennifer, the beautiful Marilyn Monroe clone who possesses everything - except immortality; and Neely, the ruthless Judy Garlandesque understudy-turned-superstar. As friends - and enemies - they learn the hard way that fame, fortune, beauty and stardom don't always equal happiness. Jacqueline Susann's sensational novel staked her claim as a pop pioneer, perfectly crystallized the decadence of the 1960s - and ushered in a whole new genre of mass-market fiction.
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Jacqueline Susann was an actress who won the Best Dressed Woman in Television award four times. She was the first novelist to have three consecutive books hit #1 on the New York Times bestseller list, transforming her into a Pucci-clad media superstar. She died in 1974.
About the most fun you can have without a prescription! Julie Burchill Much imitated, but never bettered DAILY TELEGRAPH Decades ahead of its time...Mesmerizing...The equation of emotional dependencies with drug addiction in one comprehensive personality disorder is, if anything, MORE CHIC TODAY. VILLAGE VOICE Jackie, it seemed, understood by instinct that her readers were ready for the RAW SIDE OF LOVE...for a franker sexuality and a tougher kind of story - for romance with tears AND oral sex. Michael Korda, THE NEW YORKER