Sex and the defi-City

Walking in MPH, i scoured the shelves for the book that became a famous tv series, Sex and the City. I've been searching high and low for it, but couldn't find it. Maybe cos i kept looking it up under Candace Bushnell, whereas i should have been looking under Movie Tie-ins.

But today was my lucky day. I found it, hah, black and Hot Pink, with Carrie Bradshaw *laptop included* on the cover. Paid a Molotof cocktail for it *bomb is too big an amount* and quickly went home to read it. The introduction...promising...Tada! Chapter one. Goes quite similarly to the first episode, but i must remind myself that this is the original book, and usually the book isn't the same as the show. So i read again. Bla bla bla, in 30 mins, i have successfully skipped through the entire thing.

In fantasy, i imagined the book to be fantastic; the series was, shouldn't the book be the same if not more? In reality, it sucked. To say the least. There is not enough time to say what was wrong with the book. Ultimately, the safest approach to this book is: Don't watch the show first. Cos the book, heh, falls far far far far far from the tree.