First, forgive me for being a bad blogger. I’ve been incredibly busy working, job hunting, and side-hustling. But I’m back again with a part review/part rant about a book I couldn’t finish for the life of me.
I actually feel pretty bad about writing this because a bookstagrammer recommended it to me, and I hate shitting on something someone else likes.
Especially a book. I love recommending books, and when people like what I recommend, it affirms I have hella taste. When they don’t like it, I feel so guilty for wasting their time with a bad book.
The book in question? Rich and Pretty by Rumaan Alam.
I jumped at the chance to read this book because I absolutely loved his book Leave The World Behind. I like to think if an author writes one book I love, I’ll love anything they write, but that’s not always the case.
I also enjoy a good work of fiction about female friendships. I always have, and given Alam’s unique writing style (and the fact that he’s a gay Black man), I wanted to see the voice he gave to these two white women who are lifelong friends.
I would write a synopsis of my own, but I barely made it halfway through before I gave up. The truth is not much happened. At all. There’s one girl, Sarah, she’s the rich one, and she’s getting married. Then there’s Lauren. She’s the pretty one. She’s not getting married, but I guess she dates a lot of guys. Or she just sleeps with them. I don’t know. But there’s this whole narrative about her maybe/maybe not having sex with the temp at her publishing job. Not sure how that ended, and I don’t care.
I guess they are both going through adulthood changes and growing apart, but the narrative was filled with so much filler, I repeatedly forgot what I was reading.
There were some good things, like the way Alam describes things. I don’t know. There’s something about his descriptions of objects and feelings and scenes that do it for me. But even that got old after a while.
The bad things were pretty much everything else. I read 40% of the book and I still don’t know WTF was going on.
I really don’t know what else to say about this book, other than how disappointed I am. If I read this before Leave The World Behind, I wouldn’t have given his books a second chance.
If anyone wants to spoil the ending for me, I’m open to hearing it because I’m mildly interested in seeing where this book goes. But there’s no way in hell I’d read it again to find out. I’d rather watch water boil.