I’ll Eat When I’m Dead is a smart twisty mix of Sex and the City, Less than Zero, The Devil Wears Prada and The September Edition. Cat Ono’s boss (and best friend) Hillary died in her office, seemingly having dieted herself into a heart attack. Cat doesn’t think that sounds right, though – she was thin, but she never had a “Capital P Problem”. When handsome, ambitious NYPD Detective Mark Hutton approaches her about some discrepancies in the case, she jumps at the chance to play detective but soon finds herself in way over her head.
The story is less a straight-up mystery novel than a biting satire on the fashion and beauty industry that just happens to have a mysterious death at the center of it. Along the way, the book covers ethical, sustainable fashion; casual drug use; fashion parties; the immediacy of social media; celebrity culture; New York dive bars and late nights that lead to epic hangovers.
The romance was a little annoying at first – Mark is kind of a selfish twat, and Cat is so blinded by her attraction to him that she acts like a ditzy teen at times. But, it improves over time as they start acting a little more like the grownups they’re supposed to be. And Cat is such an engaging, likeable character – she’s smart, kind, caring, ambitious, driven, but still occasionally makes the dumb decisions that people make (mostly thinking with her heart, not her head). The rest of her friends and acquaintances are pretty interesting too, and I’d love to see a sequel or spin-off story that focuses more on their point of view.
I’ll Eat When I’m Dead is a dark, funny read that hooks you from the first line, and a must for fans of fashion.
Provided by Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
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