- File Size: 1232 KB
- Print Length: 272 pages
- Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
- Publication Date: January 7, 2014
- Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
- Language: English
- ASIN: B007JCSNDI
- Text-to-Speech: Enabled
- Word Wise: Enabled
- Lending: Enabled
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #612,168 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)
Thin Rich Bitches Kindle Edition
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I'm actually pretty pleased with the book. There are a few editing issues, open parenthesis and spelling errors but the writing quality is very professional and well done, that I didn't hold the editing against it.
The characters are very likeable, well the ones that are meant to be. The ones you are supposed to hate, you do, quite easily. I think it's a good idea of what life is for the 40 year old newly divorced professional trying to start a new life. Granted there are some bumps in the road, and since it's set in Boston, well actually a suburb of Boston, you do get glimpses into the anorexic attitudes from the severely rich and bored. However our heroine does not succumb to the <em>'don't eat'</em> attitude and may not be jumping for joy over her curves, she certainly feels they are a realistic part of herself and will sit right where they are. It is however a bit sad that her group of close friends has a running joke over their high society friends/acquaintances who clearly have an eating disorder. But you don't feel much sympathy for them either.
I think some might find the pace of the story to be a bit slow moving, it does tend to go about her daily routine, but I didn't mind that because it gave you a glimpse into her social life and how easily she made friends and such. It also gave you a glimpse into a real life. It wasn't the typical chic lit of 'omgeverythingishappeningallatonceanditstragedyafteranother!' experience that tends to happen in every chic lit book. It was a real and believable story about an average woman. We work, it's kinda boring, we hang out with our pals and gossip, we complain about work, we have kids, pets, irritating people we have to deal with, and end up having to care or deal with irritating situations. It was nice. It's not a paranormal story, it's not a story about a rich 20 something who ends up having a huge awesome job in Manhattan, it's about a real woman who has her normal life. And she's successful. She has lovely friends, an awesome child, an idiot ex-husband, and a job she isn't crazy about but that pays the bills. And there's nothing wrong or boring about that. I like it.
For me, it's a very interesting look into Boston living. And I liked how Pippin was able to use their issues and status against them. I have grown to really like these characters, I really hope she makes a sequel.
Still, though, it's entertaining and the ending is very, very satisfying.
The opening line is great:
CHAPTER 1 “I have never done club drugs, younger men or Botox. But I have done other stupid things, like marry a morally promiscuous frat boy who came to believe that his sexual prowess shouldn’t be squandered solely on his wife.”
Lots of insights and quotable quotes kept me reading to the very end, in particular the phenomenon of American mothers and their cut-throat competition on behalf of their offspring. I have witnessed too much of this in the middle class Midwest: “women who chaired PTO committees seemed like suburban moms who missed feeling important in the working world. So they over-compensated for their lack of dignified titles, meaningful responsibilities and paychecks by running their volunteer fiefdoms with an iron hand and a monumental lack of humor.”
I love the rich woman who dares to disdain fashion and obscene displays of wealth: “any expenditure of money that was visible, like a new car or a new winter coat, was to be avoided. ‘Leave that to the new money people,’ she would say.”
More of this kind of character would be great: “She looked like one of those women who would be a knock-out if she lost twenty or thirty pounds, but she probably never would because she looked like she enjoyed life too much.”
Instead, I see too much best-selling women’s fiction that shows a pudgy, age 30s to 50s heroine winning the heart of a gorgeous man who works out and maintains a great physique. Shouldn’t this kind of chick-lit be relabeled “fairy tale”? I don’t mind a heroine who rarely makes any effort with hair, makeup or attire, but all too often, these heroines squander a month’s pay on one outfit for a date that doesn’t pan out. Consignment store, honey. :)
Also, I've seen too many novels describing a dozen or so Internet Dating disasters. Tropes can be a good thing, but to me, this trope is no longer fresh or funny.
I confess to skimming some of the detailed descriptions of designer labels and McMansions, and most of the annoying details of the housekeeper, the humping dog, and the endless references to the hell of being size 8 or 10. I remember lamenting being that size in my forties. Now I’m in my fifties, and I still haven’t worked my way back down to that size. Unlike the heroines of far too much chick-lit, I actually exercise (the treadmill, pilates, yard work, tree pruning and sawing).
Another trope I see too often: references to cheap wine, particularly “Charles Shaw Chardonnay from Trader Joe’s because the $3.00 price tag fit like couture in my budget.” (Yes, I buy it too. That’s not the point.) An amazing number of authors are giving this wine free publicity. And negative publicity can be better than none at all. Charles Shaw is here to stay, and I’m not complaining.
Conscientious animal lovers would slap a disclaimer on this book. We know Pippin won’t really do it, so it’s kind of funny, but I wince at her attitude toward the goats, llama, cat and dog that come with her property:
“Here’s the plan. We drop them off in other people’s pastures under cover of darkness.”
“That’s great, Mom,” Zeke replied with an exaggerated roll of the eyes. “And just leave them?”
“Yes! Just leave them! Like surprise May baskets. One at this house, one at that house.”
I let that one slide, but I have to complain about the spay/neuter issue: "Whether to have him fixed at all was a really hard decision for me to make because there didn’t seem to be any truly compelling reason to do it," Pippin says of a stray dog she adopts.
There are far too many compelling reasons for Pippin to spay that dog. (I know the author knows this, but too many readers may not.)
Pippin does in fact get the dog “castrated”--ouch-- and the ignorant housekeeper mutters "something that probably translated into 'death to the castrating white woman'” - which is not funny, if you know anyone who works in animal shelter. Irresponsible pet ownership costs other people enormous commitments of time and money to deal with overpopulation of homeless, neglected, and/or abused animals.
Pippin doesn't get over guilt trip: "I was thinking about Rover and his lack of balls. I wondered what the vet did with them. Maybe he put them down the disposal, or in the trash, or maybe they became incorporated into some organic fertilizer that was now on someone’s garden in the country. I was glad that Myra was sitting there with me and I tried to focus on her conversation instead my self-flagellation." I kept waiting for someone with common sense to remind Pippin that she did the right thing. For people who read a lot, some forms of humor, like internet dating, humping dogs, and the spay/neuter jokes, should be set aside for fresher material.
This, I’ve been meaning to google. Sounds intriguing: “…microscopic carbon nanotube microphones to record something called “cellular symphonies.” She explained that all cells made noise on the molecular level, but cancerous cells made a distinctly different molecular noise. So although the cellular symphonies were not really beautiful to hear, they could aid in diagnosing cancer before existing medical knowledge or instruments could detect the cancer.”
This too: “Isolagen, in case you don’t know, is made of skin microblasts that are grown from a biopsy taken from behind the ear. They are inserted into deep wrinkles and layered with hyaluronic acid. It’s a miracle. Or so I’ve heard.”
In all, this is a witty, insightful novel, aside from a few tropes of the chick-lit genre. The heroine’s idea to exploit the rich women who shun her by creating an exclusive country club for their dogs is fantastic. I only wish this trope fit the "fairy tale" category, but big spenders and social climbers like these “Thin Rich Bitches” really exist. I’m glad they’re not the majority.
But if I had the money, I might be tempted by that isolagen stuff.
A fun, light read, engaging, smarter than most chick-lit.