I'm almost finished with this one, and I'm really enjoying it. It's a silly trifle, but that's definitely preferable to pretentious crap that is way too impressed with its own importance (I'm looking at you, Random Acts of Heroic Love!). This is the story of Frede Ware (pronounced "Freddie," though my internal narrator keeps calling her "Freed"), a high-society Texas belle who is all about appearances. When her husband leaves her (and steals her money! And secretly divorces her! All because she was too stupid to read papers she was signing!), she has to hire her neighbor, an NC (no class) lawyer with a sweet, sincere, adorable wife who dresses like a total floozy. She doesn't have to pay the lawyer with money, of which she now has none--she has to get Nikki (said floozy) into the Junior League. Which, obviously, is a Sisyphean task.
It's looking like Frede won't get Nikki into the Junior League, and clearly I care too much about fictional characters, because THANK GOD. Nikki is good-hearted and true to herself (at least, until Freed gets her hands on her), and it looks like Frede is going to be more like Nikki rather than the other way around. Honestly, who could wear that much beige? I would never want to live in a world where wearing red marks you as totally NC and inappropriate, and heaven forfend you wear a shoe with more than a one-inch heel. I have my fingers crossed that Frede will leave the Junior League in some Scarlett O'Hara-level high drama--as God is my witness!
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