This book was fabulous, like dusting off the old nifty thrifty time traveling machine and landing right in the middle of the New York socialite scene of the forties and fifties. Of course, I would arrive in Chanel and loaded with diamonds. This story is opulent and luscious, a feast of deliciousness. One thing though, when my Rolls Royce time machine stops at La Côte Basque, I hope Truman Capote is standing right there so I can smack him in his obnoxious, schmucky little head. He didn't deserve the love and admiration of Babe Paley. For that matter, I'm not even sure he deserved the love of the literary scene. How could this doink write such a brilliant book as In Cold Blood and then transform himself into a glorified gossip columnist, no better than Hedda Hopper or Louella Parsons. Or even worse, Perez Hilton. Oh! Truman! How could you?!

Visiting this glamorous time in history was so much fun. I've always been fascinated with the beautiful women that were trend setters and style icons of the forties, fifties, and sixties. Unfortunately, just because they were gorgeous and rich didn't mean these social elites were happy. But, they were happy for a little while, Truman and his swans. This book was juicy goodness.

~ Sixth book completed in #CleanSweepARC Challenge. ~

**Won this book in a Goodreads giveaway. Opinions are my own.**

The beautiful and gracious, Babe Paley

Gloria Guinness, Bill Paley, CBS founder, Babe Paley (in mask),

at Truman Capote's Black and White Ball, 1966

Slim Keith

Marella Agnelli

Pamela Digby (Churchill Hayward) Harriman

Gloria Guinness 

CZ Guest

Truman Capote

Capote and Gloria Guinness 

The Paley's and a young Capote

Slim Keith and Capote

CZ Guest and Capote

Capote and Marella Agnelli

Babe Paley had only one fault; she was perfect. Otherwise, she was perfect. -

Truman Capote.