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Review: Spoiled

In July, I bought a pair of pink loafers. I had just started a full time gig and needed something other than flip flops to wear to work. Closed toe shoes were vital, too, since I'd banged my toes up pretty good running, and no one wanted to see that.

After an hour in DSW, I found a pair of pink loafers. They seemed ridiculous. I hate pink. I don't really like loafers. But they were deeply discounted, so I figured I'd give them a shot.

Eight months later, I traveled to a conference in Tampa with only one pair of shoes in my bag: the pink loafers. They are comfortable and, believe it or not, go with almost anything.

I tell this story because that's how I felt about Spoiled. Looking at it, I thought that the book wasn't for me. It's a young adult book about a spoiled Hollywood brat and the stink she puts up when the half sister she never knew moved into her mansion. Not exactly my kind of thing, especially since (aside from the half sister part), I figured it'd have a very Sweet Valley, Jessica/Elizabeth thing going on.

But the book is written by Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan a.k.a. the Fug Girls. The person who had this computer before me apparently loved their work, and since she didn't clean her cache, I accidentally got to their website. I'm hooked. It looks at celebrity fashion, but with snark and a slight British overtone (Cocks has dual citizenship). Based on that, I gave Spoiled a shot.

And read it in a day.

Is it brain bending fiction? No. Is it predictable? Of course. But was it something wildly entertaining to read? Absolutely. At times, I forgot that it was written for a younger demographic.

My only quibble is that I worry it'll go stale fast with all the name dropping of celebrities and fashion lines. But hey, if you're taking it on the beach this summer, will you really care?

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