The last book in this wildly audacious series is just as ridiculous as its predecessors – and I loved it!
We find the matriarch of the family in her apparent deathbed. So of course, every single of this ostentatious family is scrambling to find out to whom she would leave her fortune. Nick Young, having had a falling out with his grandmother since marrying Rachel, did not have any hopes in hell of getting the family estate. Not that he cared either way. All he wanted was to get back into her good graces before she dies. But all bets are off with the Youngs. Knives will be wielded, and tongues will be sharpened (even more lethal than usual). The rest of the family will do their best to keep the favourite grandson (Nick) from seeing, much less talk to the matriarch.
Meanwhile, Astrid, the ever private and also a favourite, is dealing with a nasty divorce from Michael. A scandal purported in the form of a sex tape will leave her stocks falling faster than a speeding G6. Who knew Michael would be a vindictive, bitter foe? He will stop at nothing until he ruins Astrid. Drama, drama, drama.
Expect the same frivolity from this family; ridiculousness abounds, with backstabbing as a sport. In short, it was AWESOME. 🙂 The perfect ending to this trilogy delivering a laugh-out-loud dysfunction and a smorgasbord of glitzy glamour. It was a guilty pleasure of a read that’s as wholesome as they come. It features great delicacies for foodies and high-brow fashions for name brand whores. I love that it didn’t veer away from its core values: that money speaks, and social castes are alive and well. There is also much to be said about what was more important above all things: preserving the rich history of what made the Youngs the imperious family that they are.
Looking forward to seeing these books in their film version. I bet it would be like Joy Luck Club only funnier and more dysfunctional. Haha.