I loved Crazy Rich Asians so much I’m still babbling about it to anyone who I think might be vaguely interested. It’s 100% my favorite book I’ve read this year so far, complete with an apparently awesome film adaptation coming down the pike in August, so I couldn’t wait to finally get to a point in my TBR where reading the follow up China Rich Girlfriend made sense.
The book lacks the bitchy hilarity of the first installment, but more than makes up for it in soap opera-like shenangins so it’s forgiven. Mainly, Rachel and Nick find themselves caught up in the wild, party kid lifestyle of Rachel’s newly found half-brother Carlton.
Yes, it turns out that Rachel’s birth father (last heard of helping smuggle her mother and her out of the China and away from her mother’s abusive husband, when Rachel was just a baby) is also a member of the Chinese superrich circles that Nick’s been a part of his whole life. Carter’s sort of girlfriend, Collette, unoffically adopts Rachel and it’s the jet set from there.
I gobbled up the book and I’ve kind of already decided that Rich People Problems, the third book is going to be my light at the end of the Ulysses tunnel in a few weeks. (So that’ll be fun.)
Anyway, back to China Rich Girlfriends, to be fair, it’s completely wasted on me, any kind of critical nuance for this kind of book, it’s the kind of shit I love unconditionally. And the fact that Kwan makes multiple allusions to Game Of Thrones and The OC throughout the thing, just makes everything even better.
But mostly, I just love Rachel. I love how she decides to go along for the ride while keeping her feet firmly planted on the ground. I love that she and Nick are comitted to one another thoroughly and laugh and support one another on their adventures.
I also love Astrid, Nick’s cousin, who’s marital problems largely make up the B story of these books and are incredible from a frothy soap perspective and honestly my favorite fashion aspects of both books so far.
Just overall, I love this series and can’t believe it took me so long to find it, but I’m so glad I have, because it just makes me happy.
Up next is Lincoln In The Bardo by George Saunders, because for once I’m only going to be a year behind on the “books you’re supposed to read” thing. FOR ONCE. Also, gonna rev my serious literature brain back up for Joyce.