Cooper Lawrence’s new novel The Yoga Club is the perfect reading material for the beaches of the Hampton’s or the penthouse perches on the East Side. Part “Gossip Girl” and part “Manchurian Candidate,” this book is filled with humor as it leads you down the intriguing plot line making it a book hard to put down.
Coco Guthrie, a successful world-renowned inventor of a slimming cream, Butt B Gone, is blissfully self absorbed until she finds herself at a Halloween costume party dressed as Sarah Palin. Three of her fellow 8:30 am Yoga class attendees have the same idea, so now there are four (gag) Sarahs. The four Sarahs leave the party to spy on the mayor’s neighboring estate and are stunned to find him adorned in leather and latex, and rolling up a woman’s body in a Persian rug. Talk about being at the right place at the wrong time. Someone is after their reputations, exposing their torrid affairs in business and in the bedroom. The four bind together to figure out who is behind the crime as their deepest secrets are exposed. Hard to do if one is Olivia, a single mom with echolalia; or Bailey, an entertainment reporter who sleeps with the stars she reports on; or CJ a drama-prone producer not out of the closet with being in drag.
Cooper takes us on a ride through pop culture and friendships, all entrenched in juicy gossip. The characters are caricatures of themselves, so we can relate to them as we recognize them among our acquaintances. By the end of the book you will feel as if you are saying good-bye to four friends.
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