Crazy Rich Asians

You know those books you pick up in between your serious reads? The lighthearted palette cleansers you indulge in before jumping back into the main course? That is what Crazy Rich Asians was for me. When selling it to people, I often describe it as “Singaporean Sex in the City.” It's a humorous read that explores the lives of several fictitious million and billionaire families and it's not meant to be taken seriously. Nick and Rachel, two of the main characters, are likable enough and even if you detest Eleanor Young, you still look forward to reading what outrageous thing she's going to do next.

If you've seen the movie and think you know the gist of how the novel goes, you're both right and wrong. There's quite a bit that the movie left out that allows for the novel to still be interesting and readable for those of us that watched the movie without finishing the book first. Shakespeare it is not, but if you want a light, funny read, I definitely suggest picking Crazy Rich Asians up. The only reason I give it a 4-star rating instead of 5 is because at times it felt like there were almost too many family members/characters mentioned that I found myself getting a little confused as to who was related to who and what their purpose for being mentioned was.