When I put this book on hold at the library, I actually thought it would be suitable for the Japanese Literature Challenge 19.
It is not.
Instead, it is a novel that resembles The Devil Wears Prada in that we have a young, professional woman, aspiring to achieve more than she has. In fact, Margot borders having a psychosis so eager is she to have a house. And a baby. But first, the house.
When she hears of a home which will soon be listed, she stalks the owner, getting herself invited to the owner’s home for dinner, and consequently ruining any chance of buying it before it hits the market when her ruse is uncovered.
Maybe it’s because I already have a house. Maybe it’s because I’m not materialistic. Maybe it’s because I know that things do not a person make. But, I am shocked by the accolades that this book has received, from Alex Michaelides for one, because personally, I cannot wait to return to a piece of true literature.
And, I have some advice: do not get sucked into reading what celebrities endorse. It’s never worth the effort.

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