How to Teach Filthy Rich Girls
by: Zoey Dean
Published by: Grand Central Publishing
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Reviewed by Maria Elmvang
How to Teach Filthy Rich Girls is Chick Lit with capital C and capital L which makes it one of the most delightful books I’ve read in a very long time. If it is ever turned into a movie, it will be the most delightful of its kind since Clueless—and one can only hope it will be.
Average-girl-wannabe-journalist Maggie Smith moves to Manhattan straight out of Yale, expecting to get a job at one of the big magazines and eliminating her $75,000 debt in no time at all. Unfortunately, real life doesn’t work like that, and she is only just scraping by, working at a trashy tabloid, when in the span of two days she is robbed, fired and her apartment burns down. However, as a last favor, her ex-boss makes her an offer she can’t refuse.
Seventeen-year-old twins Rose and Sage Baker are Palm Beach’s version of Paris and Nicole—rich, superficial and never thinking beyond the next party. Maggie’s challenge is to tutor these two girls and get them into Duke. If she manages this, her debts will be paid off.
Teaching girls who do not want to be taught is never easy, so if Maggie wants to pull this one off, she must be able to look the part and act the part. But can you act a part for so long without it becoming part of you?
How to Teach Filthy Rich Girls is a lot more substantial than expected at first glance, and I read it in two hours straight, being utterly unable to put it down, and found myself laughing out loud at Zoey Dean’s masterful plot and witty one-liners. She has a wonderful way with words and manages to create charming characters where you expect to find none. Rose and Sage’s grandmother is a street-smart and sly elderly woman, willing to take risks for a good cause, and even Rose and Sage themselves—spoiled and bratty as they seem at first—are living proofs that looks can be deceptive.
Armchair Interviews says: Quick fun read that gives us hope for spoiled rich girls the world over (or at least in Hollywoodland).
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