“I think the book does capture the specific weirdness of growing up in D.C.,” Phoebe says. The motorcades, the power, the international bent. “The parents who are either part of something big or think they are.” … The mistresses of this fictional universe have closets full of Kennedy Center-appropriate clothing. They flit to Baked & Wired for mandatory cupcakes, squeeze in blowouts at Aveda, celebrate birthday dinners at Cafe Milano, buy birthday gifts along Friendship Heights’ tony Wisconsin Avenue strip.
obvi this is now on the top of my Must-Read list.
