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Crazy Rich Asians
I have just finished reading Kevin Kwan’s Crazy Rich Asians and despite my initial misgivings, I found myself dazzled by the novel steeped in love and dripping with money. Think Dynasty on steroids and much more decadent. You will laugh at the idiosyncrasies of the crazy rich. It is like Jane Austen going to Singapore and writing about her experience among the Singapore high society.
The witty tongue-in-cheek frolic has been a vertiginous success— trumpeted as a “48-karat beach read,” translated into 12 languages and snapped up by Color Force, the film production company behind The Hunger Games franchise.
It follows a group of obscenely rich and dazzlingly attractive Chinese jetsetters gathered for a wedding in Singapore. The elaborate descriptions of the trappings of excessive wealth will have you in stitches. There is the simmering tension between old money and new.
When Rachel Chu agrees to spend the summer in Singapore with her boyfriend, Nicholas Young, she envisions a humble family home and quality time with the man she might one day marry. What she doesn’t know is that Nick is the country’s most eligible bachelor and that his family home happens to look like a palace.
I don’t want to reveal too much but do yourself a favour and grab the novel for a hilariously good time.