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...nationwide U.S. book tour. Befitting her role as the writer of the Shopaholic series, Kinsella showed up decked out with snazzy new duds: a sparkly tweed dress; a belt from Reiss studded with faux jewels and rhinestones; black suede L. K. Bennett shoes; and a zebra Jimmy Choo bag. Kinsella, 37, who lives in London with her Latin teacher husband, is one of the leading lights in the chick-lit world. Her delightful new book, Shopaholic & Baby. soared to No. 1 immediately on both the U.S. and British bestsellers lists. After a serious discussion about clothes, we got down...
...just traveled halfway around the world, and that garment bag you've been lugging feels like a Buick on your back. You arrive at your posh hotel, and an overly costumed valet grabs the bag, carries it all of 50 yards to reception and bids you good day. You are expected to cough up a tip. And you might not see your belongings again for another half an hour while the bag makes its way to your room...
...concierges who act as though they are always too busy booking dinner reservations for the royal family to talk to you. "If you're a frequent business traveler, the differences at the margin are the things that make a huge difference," he says. "So what happens to your bag when you arrive at a hotel tells you all you need to know about that hotel's understanding of you, right...
...things we do in hotels and go and ask why. Why do we do that? Why do we play the Girl from Ipanema when no one in the bar is over the age of 40? Why do we have to tow that pianist out? Why do we grab that bag off that frequent business traveler...
Year: 2008 House: Cabot Concentration: Women in Business Hometown: Belmont, Mass. Ideal Date: Chloroform, a shovel, and a bag of fertilizer Best way for a guy/girl to get your attention: I’d say plastic surgery, but I don’t want to sound like an asshole. Where to find you on a Saturday night: Alone, in the fetal position, and crying in a corner of my room, a tub of Ben and Jerry’s Moosetracks clutched in my aching hands while listening to Cher’s “Song for the Lonely?...