New year. New life. Fresh start.
I’m going to start this review with a little disclaimer: I find it very difficult to feel sympathy for upper-class rich people whose lives are very close to perfect.
I’ll be honest from the beginning. I didn’t really like this book. I’m actually struggling to remember the name of the main character. Interestingy I can recall the names of both her best friend and her boyfriend, so perhaps I’d rather hear a story about either of them. In a way, that’s probably true.
I found the protagonist very difficult to relate to. When hungover, she reaches for Dior sunglasses, and she calls her parents “mother and father”. She’s also her biggest problem. If she would simply talk to anybody about what was going on in her head she’d have very few things to be dealing with. I guess it would make for a very short book, but I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing anyway. Even towards the end when I think she’s finally going to get over herself, she runs away from her problems again. Just frikkin talk to him!
Having said that, I will concede that she does suffer a true heartbreak during this story. It’s the sort of event that no amount of money or privelage can fight against, and we can truly feel her despair coming through the pages. Even that isn’t enough to turn this around for me though.
She is spoiled, idiotic, unfunny and cowardly, and I really couldn’t care less what happens to her.