Saturday, August 5, 2017

Jane Rosen dishes about NINE WOMEN, ONE DRESS, now out in paperback--and guess her shoe size!







I first met Jane in a car driving us to a book festival and we happily dished about little black dresses (okay, EVERYTHING in my wardrobe is black, except for the few daring white shirts I bought because summer can he High hell..). I liked Jane --and her book--so much, I wanted to spread the word.  She's a writer, screenwriter and also the author of The Thread. AND she's hysterically funny.  Thank you Jane! Now everyone go out and buy this book!



Natalie is a Bloomingdale’s salesgirl mooning over her lawyer ex-boyfriend who’s engaged to someone else after just two months. Felicia has been quietly in love with her boss for seventeen years and has one night to finally make the feeling mutual. Andie is a private detective who specializes in gathering evidence on cheating husbands—a skill she unfortunately learned from her own life—and lands a case that may restore her faith in true love. For these three women, as well as half a dozen others in sparkling supporting roles—a young model fresh from rural Alabama, a diva Hollywood star making her Broadway debut, an overachieving, unemployed Brown grad who starts faking a fabulous life on social media, to name just a few—everything is about to change, thanks to the dress of the season, the perfect little black number everyone wants to get their hands on …
What's obsessing you now and why?

I would love to say something deep and cerebral but I'm currently obsessing over black Coconut Ash ice-cream that contains detoxifying charcoal from a place called Morgenstern's in the East Village. Aside from being delicious I have convinced myself it's an ice cream cleanse. So when I finish off the pint in my freezer that is meant to be for my whole family I feel as if I'm doing my body good. 

So, do you have the perfect little black dress yourself?

I do. Well it was perfect before all of the ice-cream, now it spends more time on the back of my oldest daughter. It's a Fendi dress that I bought in Vegas with my husbands blackjack winnings. It was my 40th birthday and he was on an unusual streak and just kept throwing cash at me. I blew most of it on an ankle length silk dress with an open back, a long slit up the side and thin leather piping.  

What question didn't I ask that I should have?

My shoe size is an 8.




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