These 20 books will cure your ‘Sex and The City’ heart

As I was filling up my macaroon cream colored bubble bath, I looked over at my old issues of Cosmo, wondering what would fill my Carrie Bradshaw craving for the evening? I knew looking at vegan versions of the iconic Chanel quilted bag just would not do.

The same question bobs through in my mind with almost every single series, such as “Did the devil finally wear her Prada’s? Or has the green scarf from Confessions of a Shopaholic end up in a vintage store somewhere in New York?”

Yes, having to admit to my old paper cuts that they have to face the music at some point with fresh ink was hard. My white gloves and newly painted fingers went to work to find the stilettos of libretto’s as a love letter from me to you.


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