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A review by radiojen
Pretty in Plaid by Jen Lancaster
4.0
** I downloaded this onto my Kindle & then read it on the Kindle app on my iPhone. There were two mistakes a noted in the electronic version. In one case, there was no link for footnote 126. The other problem was that it appeared to be missing an electronic page. I'm not sure if it was a few words, a paragraph or an entire page. I'm not sure how much I missed or if it was only in the Kindle for iPhone version or if it was for the Kindle version as well. **
I just finished reading Jen Lancaster’s fourth book, a look into how she became who she was before she became who she is today.
In “Bitter is the New Black,” Jen Lancaster described how she went from being filthy rich in the dot com era, carrying and wearing designer labels, to a Target-loving, coupon clipping, purse pawning girl. I fell in love with this snarky girl-next-door. Only I sure as heck never wanted to live next door to her! (She’s kind of mean in a “fun to look at from the outside world” way.)
Jen tells us in “Pretty in Plaid” how she became the label snob she once was. She didn’t start out that way. She grew up in a middle class family with penny-pinching parents. She moved to a one horse town that would likely have been impressed with a label that read JC Penney. She was a Brownie and a Girl Scout, for crying out loud! (And we learn how much she loved that sash and all its glorious pins!)
There were a few chapters where I felt like the book just wasn’t as much fun as the old stuff. It was as though she was writing to fulfill her contract, not to entertain her readers. But most of the book was not only very good, it also reminded me so much of myself. *I* was that girl -- the one who did whatever it took fit in. I did the accents (Jen didn’t want to stand out with her “Yankee” accent in a Midwest town, and I quickly adopted “ya’ll” upon moving to the South), I begged for the labels (Jen ended up getting a pair of designer jeans from a friend of hers who could no longer fit into them, and I remember telling my mom I just HAD to have Jordache jeans or I’d absolutely DIE!) and I needed the approval of the girls who had status (Poor Jen never did get the approval of the long-haired sorority girl with the pretty purse, and I refuse to tell you how I parallel in this area on the basis that one of those girls I went to school with may read this blog since, thanks to Facebook, I am once again in touch with a lot of people from my school days).
(read the rest of the review at http://www.jennifermarceaux.com)
I just finished reading Jen Lancaster’s fourth book, a look into how she became who she was before she became who she is today.
In “Bitter is the New Black,” Jen Lancaster described how she went from being filthy rich in the dot com era, carrying and wearing designer labels, to a Target-loving, coupon clipping, purse pawning girl. I fell in love with this snarky girl-next-door. Only I sure as heck never wanted to live next door to her! (She’s kind of mean in a “fun to look at from the outside world” way.)
Jen tells us in “Pretty in Plaid” how she became the label snob she once was. She didn’t start out that way. She grew up in a middle class family with penny-pinching parents. She moved to a one horse town that would likely have been impressed with a label that read JC Penney. She was a Brownie and a Girl Scout, for crying out loud! (And we learn how much she loved that sash and all its glorious pins!)
There were a few chapters where I felt like the book just wasn’t as much fun as the old stuff. It was as though she was writing to fulfill her contract, not to entertain her readers. But most of the book was not only very good, it also reminded me so much of myself. *I* was that girl -- the one who did whatever it took fit in. I did the accents (Jen didn’t want to stand out with her “Yankee” accent in a Midwest town, and I quickly adopted “ya’ll” upon moving to the South), I begged for the labels (Jen ended up getting a pair of designer jeans from a friend of hers who could no longer fit into them, and I remember telling my mom I just HAD to have Jordache jeans or I’d absolutely DIE!) and I needed the approval of the girls who had status (Poor Jen never did get the approval of the long-haired sorority girl with the pretty purse, and I refuse to tell you how I parallel in this area on the basis that one of those girls I went to school with may read this blog since, thanks to Facebook, I am once again in touch with a lot of people from my school days).
(read the rest of the review at http://www.jennifermarceaux.com)