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alyperez17 's review for:
How to Teach Filthy Rich Girls
by Zoey Dean
This one deserve more than 3.49, seriously. I mean, okay I'm into chik-lits and YAs but this.. is different.
ANYWAY. I liked it. I mean really really really liked it. Somehow, I can relate to Meg. Being the shadow of someone really great and almost perfect can ruin your life. It's hard to live your life with others comparing you to someone you know you can't be, even with a whole lot of effort to make yourself better. And you can't hate them, too. Because they are fucking nice perfect girls and they just make you hate yourself for hating such perfect and nice girls.
It's kind of interesting too how the bitches (sorry, the term is kind of funny and it fit the girls, right? at least on a good way) changed from being bad dirty bitches who loves sex and shopping into Duke-university-student bitches who loves sex and shopping and making their life worthy of their money.
It was amazing. I was crying (I cried a lot.. seriously) and screaming to myself "Bitch this was a chick-lit! Not a fucking inspirational book!" But oh well. Gravity won, and a hell lot of times, I tell you. A LOT.
The book was okay. I mean, it was good.. OKAY! IT WAS GREAT. I mean FUCKING GREAT.
ANYWAY. I liked it. I mean really really really liked it. Somehow, I can relate to Meg. Being the shadow of someone really great and almost perfect can ruin your life. It's hard to live your life with others comparing you to someone you know you can't be, even with a whole lot of effort to make yourself better. And you can't hate them, too. Because they are fucking nice perfect girls and they just make you hate yourself for hating such perfect and nice girls.
It's kind of interesting too how the bitches (sorry, the term is kind of funny and it fit the girls, right? at least on a good way) changed from being bad dirty bitches who loves sex and shopping into Duke-university-student bitches who loves sex and shopping and making their life worthy of their money.
It was amazing. I was crying (I cried a lot.. seriously) and screaming to myself "Bitch this was a chick-lit! Not a fucking inspirational book!" But oh well. Gravity won, and a hell lot of times, I tell you. A LOT.
The book was okay. I mean, it was good.. OKAY! IT WAS GREAT. I mean FUCKING GREAT.