Outrageous, hilarious, and indulgently nasty, youthjuice is American Psycho for It-girls, a horror Devil Wears
Prada for the goop generation.
Beauty is possibleâbut at what cost?
From Sophia Bannionâs first day on the Storytelling team at HEBE, a luxury skincare/wellness company based
in New York Cityâs glitziest neighborhood, itâs clear something is deeply amiss. But Sophia, pushing thirty with
plenty of skeletons in her closet next to the designer knock-offs, doesnât care. Though she leads an outwardly
charmed life, she aches for a deeper meaning to her flat existenceâand a cure for her brutal nail-biting habit.
She finds it all and more at HEBE, and with Tree Whitestone, HEBEâs charismatic, sinister founder and CEO.
Soon, Sophia is addicted to her HEBE lifestyle, especially youthjuice, the fatty, soothing moisturizer Tree has
selected Sophia to test in top secret. But the unsustainability of HEBEâs system is rapidly growing apparent,
and Sophia is going to have to decide how far sheâs willing to go to stay beautiful forever . . .
Glittering with ominous flashes of Sophiaâs coming-of-rage story, former beauty editor E.K. Sathueâs horror
debut is as hilarious as it is stomach-churning in its portrayal of literally all-consuming female friendship and
capitalismâs short attention span. youthjuice does to skincare influencers what Bret Easton Ellis did to yuppies
in the â80s. Youâll never moisturize the same way again.