Only read this book if you an old dirty man who wants to jerk off to Steve Martin's fantasy woman. Because that is who this book was written for. It could have been interesting, it could have talked about class in NYC, I could have learned something about art, the relationships could have pulled me in. But instead we get this shit (see the except below, I typed it for you.) If you can read this shit, then go ahead and read the book. Also, if you can read this shit, I have a message for you: I don't understand you. 
 File this excerpt under "shit you could have read in a pornographic novel you bought at the grocery store that old people buy to have wet dreams": 
 The rest of the dinner, Lacey would periodically renew her questions, as if she were trying to remember a movie title that escaped her, shouting, "Oh, oh!" and hitting her head with her fist. But still, she hadn't found the answer. Patrice observed her like a child interested in an automated toy; he kept wondering what it would do next. 
 The lights in the restaurant were turned low. A pianist could be heard from the bar playing "The Way You Look Tonight," which worked subconsciously on Patrice. Lacey, now lit by candlelight, her hair relaxed and heading toward unkempt, her concentration diverted, would include him by holding his wrist with one hand and pounding the table with the other when the answer she sought appeared near. In these few seconds, deep inside him, so deep as to be insensible, a passion of viral intensity was slowly infecting him. In spite of their odd beginning, he was deciding not only that Lacey Yeager would make his life wonderful, but that her absence could make it tragic. 
 Outside, Patrice was shocked to learn it was nine p.m.. That meant he and Lacey had spent at least four hours tete-a-tete, talking, eating, flirting wooing and cooing, and oh year, much earlier, fucking. Lacey was exhausted and said good night to him in front of the Carlyle, and a further discussion of another meeting was aborted by the arrival of a cab. Lacey threw her bag in the backseat and said, "Au revoir, baby."