Where the Peacocks Sing

DISCLOSURE: I was provided a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

15792978Where the Peacocks Sing:
A Palace, a Prince, and the Search for Home
Alison Singh Gee
© 2013

I’ve talked a little about my general disdain for memoirs on this blog before:

  • Some are really poorly written (like this one).
  • Some are a little too schmaltzy and trite for my taste, despite seemingly interesting subject matter (like this one).
  • And some just plain suck (see my discussion of unacceptable fluff here).

Another reason I’m not a huge fan of the genre: memoirs often reek of hubris.  In order to write a memoir (i.e., an entire book about how awesome/interesting/great your life and experiences have been), you have to think that you’re a little more awesome/interesting/great than everyone else.

You may have seen this blog post on Wait But Why? that blew up on Facebook a couple of months ago.  It’s called “7 Ways to Be Insufferable on Facebook,” and it’s both spot-on and hilarious.  The #1 way to be insufferable on Facebook is (you guessed it): “The Brag.”

“The Brag” runs so rampant on Facebook that it has to be broken into three subcategories: Continue reading

Crazy Rich Asians

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Crazy Rich Asians
Kevin Kwan
© 2013

Lest you be confused, this is not a book about crazy [comma] rich Asians.  This is a book about crazy rich Asians.  As in, stupidly, stupidly wealthy gazillionaire Asians. I had read this excerpt in Vogue, and it seemed like it might be good, fun summer reading, filled with fashion and snobbery and such.  I am a lover and regular devourer of US Weekly, who loathes the fact that I do not come from a ton of old money, so this seemed right up my alley.

When I got the e-book, however, I knew immediately that I’d been swindled.  Before I had even begun reading, the book had two strikes against it:

Strike 1: it starts with a family tree, and
Strike 2: it has endnotes.

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