Anders includes a subtitle on the first page, “Life and Love In and Out of My Wardrobe”, and it fits to a “T”. It could have also been called “Sex in the City in Print” or “Love Affairs with My Closet”
Anders lovingly recounts special items she purchased with this thought in mind. When he sees me wearing this, he will love me and therefore marry me. Each chapter highlights a new item, ie. a Cartier Tank Watch, her Coco perfume, the “Just-perfect Jean Jacket”, etc, by not only telling us how she came to know about the item , but also the lengths she went to obtain it. As a bonus you also get to learn about her other daily acquirements and oh yeah, the men that were in her life at the time and how they didn't work out.
This book is definitely not for men unless you are metrosexual or see no problem with holding funerals for slippers that have worn out. Yes, I did say funerals. However, for the fashion conscious, read obsessed, slightly lost 20-30 year old female, this book was written for you.
I, dear reader, am none of the above. (At least not anymore) I bristled at first, wondering how in the world I was going to finish this book. Something happened after the first chapter though, I found myself transported to the time when I was 20 something and you would find Cosmo and Vogue on nightstand. I could remember thinking that no man could resist me in that little black dress. I started laughing at her juvenile attempts to find just the right shoes or say the right thing to her current boyfriend. And it was laughing with her, not at her.
From that point on, I was hooked. I laughed out loud when she told the story of “Doctor Fruit Cocktail” and his predilection for peach lingerie. I almost cried along with her when one of her precious objects was shattered against the headboard.
All in all, I am pleasantly surprised to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed the book. It was fun, light fare and a great change. The plot was skimpy, but the message was clear, Men May Come and Men May Go but I've Still Got My Little Pink Raincoat.
