As a teenager, I loved this book. I loved the glamorous worlds that Topaz and Rowena inhabited, from the old-world beauty of Oxford to the head rush that is New York to the glitter of LA. I was enthralled by the power and money and beauty.
As an adult, I - well, not hated, but really didn't like this book. I found it shallow, which in itself is not necessarily a fault, but I also didn't like a lot of the characters.
Rowena was one of the ones I liked the least. For the first two thirds of the book, she's snobby, condescending, and elitist - all the while telling herself that she's not. She hates Topaz for her sexiness, her comfort in her own body, and for the fact that she fell victim to Rowena and Peter's cheating. (Funny how so many people hate their victims, eh? I guess it relieves the guilt if you can look down on the person you shafted.) She continues the feud between her and Topaz - a feud which should never have been started, and which is admittedly asinine, but which Rowena seems to want to take to higher and higher levels for no apparent reason. Two thirds of the way in, after her fall from grace, she finally realises this:
She had plenty of time to look back over things, and she knew it had been her own fault. She'd betrayed someone who trusted in her, and then refused to admit any guilt. She'd taunted Topaz again and again because she'd hated her for being her own victim, and despised her because of her own success. A flimsy enough success, as she was just finding out. As if a veil had been lifted, Rowena could suddenly see what Topaz must have seen: a haughty, arrogant bitch who cared for nobody but herself.
Not just what Topaz sees, Rowena, but also what this reader sees.
During the last third, Rowena actually starts to act like a person with some genuine emotion and empathy for others, but for me it was too little, too late.
The only thing that gives me a bit of sympathy for Rowena is how badly she's treated by Michael. Michael is an absolute prick. I hate saying that, because I love the name Michael and think that Michaels should always be good characters (I'm weird about names). In fact, I'm going to call him Krebs from now on. Krebs is into control, domination, light BDSM, and like several other "heroes" of women's literature who have had similar kinks, he uses this to justify acting like an emotionally abusive dickhead.
I'm going to come right out and say it: I don't know much about BDSM. I know a little. Not a lot. But from my unknowing, uneducated point of view, there's a fairly easy way of distinguishing between BDSM and abuse. Does your partner love being controlled / hurt / humiliated / dominated / disciplined / delete as applicable? Then it's BDSM. Does your partner grit their teeth and put up with being controlled / hurt / humiliated / dominated / disciplined, because they love YOU? Then it's abuse. I wish authors would learn the difference.
To be fair, Rowena does seem to enjoy a lot of the sex with Krebs, but it's the way he treats her the rest of the time that upsets me. He clearly doesn't give a shit about her, or he wouldn't hurt her again and again. He only cares about his own feelings - Rowena's feelings are nothing more than an irritation to him. Men like this do not make good partners! Nor women, for that matter. I cheered when Rowena left him...and a little bit of hope died inside when they got back together at the end. Why so many of us go back to partners who treat us like we're unimportant, I will never know.
Topaz was a more likeable character than Rowena, though as a youngster she was brash, selfish and immature. She had spirit, though, and as she grew older and matured, I found myself liking her quite a lot. Her relationship with Joe, while too tempestuous for my taste, seemed fairly healthy and functional. Joe seemed a little sexist, a little entitled, but compared to a lot of chicklit heroes he wasn't at all bad.
After slating this book so badly, why am I giving it three stars, you ask? Well, partially for the clothing. This is going onto my clothing-porn shelf straightaway. Bagshawe can really write her outfits well - I was drooling, or whatever the mental equivalent is, at a lot of the descriptions of the women's wardrobes. Rowena's pink Regency gown, red velvet gown and white chiffon number that she wore to the first Martin party, and Topaz's green Chanel sheath and pink couture gowns went into my fashion-memory banks the first time I read this, and have remained there for the last thirteen years. The other thing Bagshawe writes really well is party scenes. The first Martin party was an utter delight from start to finish, and I still sometimes pull the book out just to read descriptions of Christmas trees full of free luxury gifts for guests, pumpkins and Easter eggs and fireworks all mixed in with no regard for the seasons, ice skating and dancing in the Keys...it really was a fantasy evening, and I'm so jealous that I wasn't there.