This is the story of how a haughty former sorority girl went from having a household income of almost a quarter-million dollars to being evicted from a ghetto apartment… It’s a modern Greek tragedy, as defined by Roger Dunkle in The Classical Origins of Western Culture: a story in which “the central character, called a tragic protagonist or hero, suffers some serious misfortune which is not accidental and therefore meaningless, but is significant in that the misfortune is logically connected.”
In other words? The bitch had it coming.
I picked up this book after reading one of Lancaster’s novels (which is pretty obviously inspired by her life, but I digress). I wasn’t sure about it at first — I try not to be condescending, egomaniacal, or self-centered, and I certainly wouldn’t brag about it if I was. And I’m not really into fashion — I couldn’t tell a Prada bag from a Target bag.
But I do have a lot of things in common with Lancaster — same generation, former sorority girls, highly opinionated and more judgmental than I care to admit. I can also confess that I’ve thought about saying a lot of the things she said — I just wouldn’t say them!
One thing I absolutely adore about Lancaster, though, is her devotion to her husband. They seem to just get each other, and even though she’s a self-described narcissist, she also admits many times that she was willing to make sacrifices just to see her husband smile. I can respect that.
I loved reading this book — I laughed with her (and at her), I hurt with her, I got frustrated with her. And even though she ends the book with, “I didn’t learn a damn thing,” I think it’s pretty obvious that she did. I will definitely read more of her books (fiction and non).
R-rated for language and thematic elements. Get your copy here!