Arguably the bonkiest of the eighties bonkbusters - and the one that everyone remembers. With good reason. Fasten your seatbelts . . .
Under Judith Krantz's fingers, real life has a way of becoming mysterious, glamours, legendary, sequined . . . Scruples will sell like fertiliser in the spring
If books were desserts, then Scruples would be the giant sundae you can devour with all pleasure and no guilt. It's so good and brings such joy that you never hate yourself for gobbling up every sinfully decadent page. More than thirty years later, the sensually powerful prose of Judith Krantz still dazzles. But for all the glitzy surroundings, juicy schemes, and racy encounters, what shines through the most is a mega-talent who writes with emotional truth and pure heart. The queen of the sex and shopping novel remains on her jewelled throne.