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“What most women thought were "the rules" were simply precepts to keep women in their place. "Nice" was a comfortable, reassuring box where society told women if they stayed–if they didn't stray out of the nice box–they would be safe. But no one was safe. Safety was a lie, especially when it came to business. The only rules were about power: who had it and who could exercise it.”

Quote by Candace Bushnell

Work

Lipstick Jungle

This novel delves into the lives of three women who are striving to balance their personal and professional lives in a bustling urban setting. The story is set against the backdrop of the city's fast-paced lifestyle, highlighting the challenges and triumphs they face. more

Author

Candace Bushnell
Candace Bushnell

Candace Bushnell is an American novelist renowned for her novel 'Sex and the City', which has become a cultural icon. Born on December 1, 1958, she has made significant contributions to contemporary women's fiction with her insightful and witty portrayal of modern women's lives. more

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