Published by Simon & Schuster on May 12th 2015
Challenge Theme: A book with a plant in the title or on the cover
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HER PERFECT LIFE IS A PERFECT LIE.
As a teenager at the prestigious Bradley School, Ani FaNelli endured a shocking, public humiliation that left her desperate to reinvent herself. Now, with a glamorous job, expensive wardrobe, and handsome blue blood fiancé, she’s this close to living the perfect life she’s worked so hard to achieve.
But Ani has a secret.
There’s something else buried in her past that still haunts her, something private and painful that threatens to bubble to the surface and destroy everything.
With a singular voice and twists you won’t see coming, Luckiest Girl Alive explores the unbearable pressure that so many women feel to “have it all” and introduces a heroine whose sharp edges and cutthroat ambition have been protecting a scandalous truth, and a heart that’s bigger than it first appears.
The question remains: will breaking her silence destroy all that she has worked for—or, will it at long last, set Ani free?
Meh. That is how I feel about this book. The synopsis makes it sound so much juicier than it is. I was waiting for this big secret Ani had and it was utterly disappointing. Not to mention I could not STAND any of the characters, not a single one, especially Ani FaNelli. You can’t even sympathize with the things she went through because the author gives no depth to heavy issues like rape & eating disorders. She glosses over them so you feel zero emotion towards Ani. I also feel the author tried to take too many sensitive subjects and pack them into one book, all badly. The premise of the book could have had great potential but the execution was just sub par.
“Moving on doesn’t mean you don’t talk about it. Or hurt about it. It’s always going to hurt.”
“All my life, I’ve found it difficult to advocate for myself, to ask for what I want. I fear burdening people so much.”
“There is something about seeing someone from behind, something about the way people walk away, that I’ve always found unnervingly intimate. Maybe it’s because the back of the body isn’t on guard the way the front is – the slouch of the shoulders and the flex in the back muscles, that’s the most honest you’ll ever see a person.”
“That’s faith. Growing up, I thought faith was about believing Jesus died for us, and that if I held on to that, I’d get to meet him when I died too. But faith doesn’t mean that to me anymore. Now it means someone seeing something in you that you don’t, and not giving up until you see it too. I want that.”