I picked up this book from a used bookstore in midtown after seeing the cover, which read “dead glamorous: the autobiography of seduction and self-destruction” - enough to convince me! The book, aptly named, is about death and glamour, which are just about all I think about nowadays. Carole is shallow and cynical and twisted and perfect and relatable (ex. “I wanted to live in a black-and-white world with champagne for breakfast and millions of men committing suicide over me”) - j’adore!
