Overview: In the latest Devil Wears Prada novel, we are reunited with Emily Charlton, who is on sabbatical from her high-profile celebrity image consulting job to meet up with her friends Miriam and Karolina in Greenwich, Connecticut.
When Karolina, a supermodel-turned-senator’s wife, is arrested for a DUI that is sketchy from the start, the three women unite to save her reputation while navigating the unfamiliar and alcohol-infused social scene that is Greenwich.
A destined-to-be bestseller, When Life Gives You Lululemons takes us on a journey that comically reminds us money cannot always buy happiness (though it can buy a great wardrobe!).
Overview: Well, it took me until Why Not Me? was on the Barnes & Noble bargain shelf at $5.99 to finally read it, but after all, “Better late than never” IS one of my mottos to live by!
Rather than draft up a redundant review of a book everyone else already read back in 2015, I’d like to use this as an opportunity to share my favorite nuggets of wisdom from the always-wonderful Mindy Kaling (yes—the Indian girl from The Office), and remind you while you loved it in the first place.
Overview: If I could only read one genre for the rest of my days, I probably wouldn’t choose “Sci-Fi Futuristic Dystopia”… though I would really, really miss reading them. This unique niche was born out of novels like 1984 and Fahrenheit 451 and has since exploded with books (and subsequent movies) like The Hunger Games, Maze Runner, and most recently, Ready Player One. Teenagers like dystopian novels because author speaks in a way that treats the readers as adults—which is both a blessing & a refresher amongst the typical YA section today, overridden with themes of sorcery, high school romance, and the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s elite…
Adults like dystopias because it takes a LOT to faze us.
I’ve shared with you all before— I am not a crier. A product of my mother, who I have witnessed cry exactly ONE TIME EVER, I don’t really buy into all that talk about having a “good cry” to “let it all out.” I avoid sicklit (yes, there is now a real genre for love stories of the terminally ill) and stories about dogs at all costs.
That being said, as I finished All the Light We Cannot See last night—and was bawling so loud I was worried I’d wake up my roommate (and entire building)—I began to reminisce about the few-and-far-between books that made me lose it:
Overview: In celebration of HBO’s screen adaption premiering this Saturday (starring THE Michael B Jordan), I reread the classic so I can continue to be that annoying friend that interjects every 10 minutes (seconds) informing you “in the book this part was totally different…”