By Karen Valby
Updated January 19, 2001 at 05:00 AM EST

What made Goldsmith’s best-selling novel The First Wives Club such a guilty pleasure was its glow of girl power. But where have all the good girls gone in her latest offering? In this charmless Pygmalion plot, Tracie Higgins (as in Professor Henry Higgins, yuk yuk) transforms her dependable pal Jon into a misogynist so he can get silly women like her into bed: ”You are a bad boy, a chick magnet. Think of Beth as nothing more than an iron filing.” And Beth is her friend! Poor Jon would rather treat women well, whispering sweet nothings like ”your breasts are perfect … they make me think of new puppies — blind, but so alive and responsive.” Good grief, with friends like his and lines like that, he’s helpless. And so is this lousy book. D+