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A review by hannuuh
The Fraud Squad by Kyla Zhao
Did not finish book. Stopped at 23%.
dnf @ 23%
with a title like the fraud squad and a synopsis of 'a working-class woman infiltrates singapores high society', i was so excited to read this.
... and then i actually started reading it. from the get go, i found it incredibly implausible that the incredibly wealthy would let a normie infiltrate their circles, let alone no one questioning why they've never seen this socialite before since everyone who's somebody knows anybody (or however that phrase goes...)
the dialogue was incredibly clunky and was my main issue with this novel. it was so cringe and i was wondering if people actually talked like that. sometimes i wonder if authors have ever actually had a conversation with another human being.
the writing itself was meh. there were moments where i was like okay, yes setting the scene love that (though, while i can't comment on the accuracy of the singapore setting, it did feel very westernised for the benefit of readers like myself which is a shame) and then there would be about five different clothing labels being dropped within the same sentence and a shallow contemplation of topics randomly thrown in as an attempt to be woke. it all felt muddled and rushed.
i'm trying to stop forcing myself to read books i'm not enjoying, and this was one of them.
with a title like the fraud squad and a synopsis of 'a working-class woman infiltrates singapores high society', i was so excited to read this.
... and then i actually started reading it. from the get go, i found it incredibly implausible that the incredibly wealthy would let a normie infiltrate their circles, let alone no one questioning why they've never seen this socialite before since everyone who's somebody knows anybody (or however that phrase goes...)
the dialogue was incredibly clunky and was my main issue with this novel. it was so cringe and i was wondering if people actually talked like that. sometimes i wonder if authors have ever actually had a conversation with another human being.
the writing itself was meh. there were moments where i was like okay, yes setting the scene love that (though, while i can't comment on the accuracy of the singapore setting, it did feel very westernised for the benefit of readers like myself which is a shame) and then there would be about five different clothing labels being dropped within the same sentence and a shallow contemplation of topics randomly thrown in as an attempt to be woke. it all felt muddled and rushed.
i'm trying to stop forcing myself to read books i'm not enjoying, and this was one of them.