The "Rich Kids of Instagram" are not your typical well-to-do brats. These "kids" drive Ferraris, fly to their weekend getaways in private jets, and post self-indulgent photos of themselves online as frequently-and as wantonly-as they blow wads of cash. Not to mention that they're more involved in sex, drugs, and power plays than most people twice their age.
Drawing from the ten most frequent contributors to the popular blog of the same name-which receives an average of 850,000 unique visitors a month and has been featured on 20/20, The New York Times, The Washington Post, Forbes, The Atlantic, Buzzfeed, Gawker, and others-Rich Kids of Instagram revolves around a core group of spoiled young people, from a Southern Belle poultry-empire heiress to a media mogul's driven daughter and an old-money rifle heir with a Mayflower legacy; to a nouveau riche outsider who is thrust into the members-only universe of the .1%, with scandalous results.
In a world that is smaller, more connected, and more competitive than ever, where nothing is off limits, some kids are just trying to make a buck-or ten thousand. Prepare to be wowed by this saucy, compulsively readable book about the hilarious display of extravagant wealth and the teenagers who have fallen into it.
This was so bad. So bad.
I really struggled to read this. So much so that I couldn't make it past 45%. It followed 5 or 6 spoiled, bratty, rich kids throughout the plotless book. Seriously, there was no plot. Each chapter followed a singular character through a day in the life. It was like a diary written intermittently from each kid's perspective, except diaries don't jump back and forth in time. Every couple of paragraphs would end with a divider and the next few paragraphs would be from (maybe) weeks ago or in the future. There was no concept of time. In addition, the language these characters used was just ridiculous. Excessive name-dropping (even for the wealthy), cursing, drinking, and drugs. I got the feeling that the author didn't know where the line of believable was so they just threw in as much as they could. I was thoroughly annoyed. Right around when I stopped, one of the characters was throwing the biggest tantrum ever over planning a party and I just wanted to SMACK her upside the head. By the time I decided to DNF, I had had more than enough of her. Sorry to say you just can't make anything into a book.
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