Author: Amina Akhtar
Original Publication Date: September 11, 2018
Genre(s): Fiction, Contemporary, Thriller
Goodreads Synopsis: Fashion editor Anya St. Clair is on the verge of greatness. Her wardrobe is to die for. Her social media is killer. And her career path is littered with the bodies of anyone who got in her way. She’s worked hard to get where she is, but she doesn’t have everything.
Not like Sarah Taft. Anya’s obsession sits one desk away. Beautiful, stylish, and rich, she was born to be a fashion world icon. From her beach-wave blonde hair to her on-trend nail art, she’s a walking editorial spread. And Anya wants to be her friend. Her best friend. Her only friend.
But when Sarah becomes her top competition for a promotion, Anya’s plan to win her friendship goes into overdrive. In order to beat Sarah…she’ll have to become her. Friendly competition may turn fatal, but as they say in fashion: One day you’re in, and the next day you’re dead.
My Mini Review
Okay, this book is unlike any other. The narrator, Anya, is off her freakin’ rocker and so dang hilarious. While the events and happenings are quite dark, the descriptions are gory, and the mind-boggling action can be a bit too much… it’s still comedic and light-hearted… well, at least, kind of!
I was seriously laughing-out-loud at this book, over and over again. I loved how everything played out, every single one of the characters were fun, and the ending left us wanting more yet, it wasn’t a painful cliffhanger. I do hope for a sequel though.
Reading and learning about different designers and the cutthroat world of fashion, alongside bloody murder, was something I never expected. Something I never knew I needed. I loved it! And I am one hundred percent #TeamAnya. 😉
My Rating: 5 out of 5
Dates Read: December 25-December 30, 2018
My Favorite Quotes
“You know that feeling? Like when you unplug your flatiron but then aren’t sure you did?”
“It was shallow and lame, but a pretty face can do almost anything.”
“I wanted to scream, to pick up my computer and smash it on my desk. But that wasn’t an adult reaction. I was supposed to breathe when I felt like burning everything down.”
“The usual panic started to rise up. Every event, every time I walked in, I had that moment of Fuck. What am I doing here?”
“Never let them see you freak the fuck out. That’s when they win.”
“For a moment, I thought she was actually going to cry. Good. Let her. I felt a twinge of joy at the thought. You always hurt the ones you love the most.”
“Self-preservation should be number one on anyone’s must-have list.”
“Self-deprecation was a way of hiding pain. But it also made you cool.”
“People love being asked their opinions. It makes them think you love them.”
“Whenever I felt deeply unsettled, I showered. It was the only way to stay sane. Wash away everything. Don’t worry about anyone else. Wash my makeup off, scrub myself clean, and smother my skin in rejuvenating serums. And then I could begin again. Refreshed. Renewed.”
“I’d learned a lot in my years away at school. But the most important lesson was to never, ever let anyone see how much they hurt you. They’re not allowed to win. Only you are.”
“Friendship breakups are so much harder than romantic ones. Friends are supposed to be there for you forever. That’s what all the books and movies said. In reality, they betray you. They hurt you. They blackmail you. Everyone is out for herself. Your friends will all knife you in the back eventually.”
“But the biggest fear the powerful have is that they’ll end up just like you and me.”
“It’s hard to fake-like people and not really fall for them.”
“Never let anyone know how you really feel. Never. They’ll use it against you.”
“Everyone fucks you over eventually. Everyone. Don’t believe me? Look around at your friends. Think of everything they’ve done that pissed you off. What kind of friends are they? Shitty ones.”
“That’s what people do. They fuck you over and then blame you, lash out at you. It’s exhausting.”