This book is a typical gossipy look at the lifestyles and characters of some of the mega wealthy who spend time wintering in Palm Beach Florida. There is nothing in this book to commend the people or their lifestyles - the same superficial people at the same superficial parties in an endless cycle of food and wine and designer dresses. I wonder if Laurence Leamer has met Julian Fellowes (author of
Snobs and
Past Imperfect)? They both seem to have a lot in common - both secretly itching to be a part of the societies they purport to despise
