Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan (Book Review)

What I liked about it:

⦁ It is addictive. At some point while reading the book, I realized that this is not my type of novel to read. There is no dead girl involved, no mystery, no crime to be solved – just crazy rich asians, and it turned out to be as a page turner just like all the thrillers I’ve read (no matter how far from being a thriller this is).

⦁ There was no dull moment. I never expected myself to be very entertained about a chapter that simply describes how elegant a character has lived. A character could just be talking about a shoe and it will still be entertaining. 

⦁ Undeniably well written. The story is not at all unique, because how often do we watch or read stories of a very rich man falling for an average person? Yeah, really often, but with how this book was written, the story has become one of a kind. 

⦁ Fun setting and likeable characters. I can only imagine the extravagant houses, clothes and closets. Plus, each character has their own admireable personality (even Kitty Pong, the actress who dated Alistair for money, made some scenes funnier)


What I didn’t like about the book: 

⦁ Overflowing extended relatives. As for now, I think I can only remember 10 characters. As for the rest, I guess I’ll just have to hope that I can already recognize them on the third book.

⦁ Foreign terms. There were tons of Foreign terms on the conversation and I already gave up trying to check the meaning everytime a character mentions a term. The meanings are found at the end of every chapter, which is inconvenient for me. It makes the conversation more realistic but I guess adding a paragraph containing the word’s meaning will work.


How it ended for me:

It was just the right ending for me, and I find it so good that I am now thrilled to read the 2nd and 3rd book, and then watch the movie. 

              • Author: Kevin Kwan
              • Finished on June 24, 2018
              • Rating: 4.5/5

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