Quoting Candace Bushnell

Damn, and to think I buy these books for easy reading. Who wants to think when you’re reading a book about New York socialites?

What was I thinking?

But anyhow, I am hooked. Yes, after tormenting myself to the insane realisation that I want to be, and will never - like Toby Young (the author of How To Lose Friends and Alienate People) - be an editor at Vanity Fair, I am now reading his friend (if the name-dropping in How To Lose Friends is anything to go by) Candace Bushnell’s latest book One Fifth Avenue.

One Fifth Avenue

My masochist streak is showing.

I haven’t yet finished reading the book (I’ve been busy of late and it’s taking me a while) but I just came by an interesting couple of paragraphs that got me thinking (lesson learnt: never judge a book by it’s cover - this book is not your usual chick lit - Bushnell’s social commentary through fiction is brilliant!).

Philip smiled. Lola seemed incapable of making distinctions between the artist and the hack, the real and the wannabe. In her mind, a blogger was the same as a novelist, a star on a reality show was equal to an actress. It was her generation, he reminded himself. They had grow up in a culture of insistent democracy in which everyone was the same and everyone was a winner.

Food for thought? It surely got me thinking.

9.47pm Malaysian time (+8 GMT)