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Meet Vivian . . .
A small-town girl who conquers the Big City on her own terms . . . a sucker for happy endings with an attraction to all things fattening—and a personality that oddly gets her in (and out of) trouble at lightning speed. This is her story . . . and perhaps a little of yours, too.
True, Vivian Livingston has the gig of a lifetime, starring 24/7 as the heroine of www.Vivianlives.com, a kind of “girls rule” Web site. But it wasn’t always that way. So rewind, back to the traditionally traumatic last semester of college, when Vivian, feeling the need for drastic change, randomly enters a songwriting contest and, to everyone’s surprise, actually wins. The prize—an incredible weekend getaway to the capital of the universe: New York City.
One amazing weekend getaway later, without a real “life” plan and weeks away from graduation, she and her best friend Sophie make the obvious decision . . . NYC here we come! But the moment Vivian and Sophie set foot in their new apartment—a raw, hand-me-down, fourth-floor walk-up studio—they know that life in the Big Apple is going to be anything but easy. Lacking both dough and direction, Vivian has a rough time with the transition. Even worse, Sophie seems to have found a soul mate—and has left Vivian behind. But Vivian is determined to make her world work, despite a few challenging bumps in the road. Rather than ship out, things begin to shape up, as Vivian not only gets the (virtual) keys to the city, but most important, discovers the keys to her own heart.
Amazon.com Review
Here's one from the vaults: Vivian Livingston is the star of her own Web site, Vivianlives.com, where visitors learn all about this sassy fictional girl and her fabulous New York lifestyle. It's hard to believe a warhorse like this survived the market crash, but Vivian has spawned an actual book: The Autobiography of Vivian. The existence of this ill-written, ill-conceived book probably has more to do with Bridget Jones and Sex and the City than it does with any vogue for Web-based material. Whatever its raison d'être, Vivian's autobiography is a shocking display of bad writing: "Ahhhhhh, if men were only like dogs... Well, they are--oh just forget it--you know what I mean." No, we really don't. Not only is the book very nearly incoherent, it's lifted all of a piece from Sex and the City: Vivian is a cut-rate Carrie; her guy John is Mr. Big; and in case it wasn't enough to rip off the story and the characters, the book rips off the show's locations: on a big date, John takes Vivian to Da Silvano. Somehow, this kind of thing looks much worse in cold print than it does on a flickering monitor. --Claire Dederer
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