Amber Patterson has planned her wicked scheme for so long now. She has learned all about the Parrish family. Daphne Parrish, is the wife of the handsome and super rich mogul, Jackson Parrish. Even though Daphne herself comes from a common family and she is just a next door girl, she’s turned into a queen adorned with opulent dresses and jewelries, who lives in a dreamy house. Daphne is also the proud chief of Julie’s Smile, a foundation which extends its hands to help CF (cystic fibrosis) victims. The organization was founded after Daphne tragically lost her own sister, Julie, to CF. And that, my friend, will be Amber’s door to enter the Parrish house.
Beside her also fake name, Amber has made up a story about a made up sister who similarly to Julie, died from CF. This conjured sister should be enough to hook Daphne with a personal twinge. Passionate to her cause indeed, Daphne takes the bait right off the bat. After one opening lunch to reminisce about their sisters, bit by bit, Amber lies her way to be Daphne’s best girl. Easier than she’s expected, Amber has swiftly become a regular in Parrish’s magnificent home.
But that’s nowhere near the end of the plan Amber has. Daphne Parrish is not a friend, she is a goal. Amber never wants to be a rich wife’s friend. She wants to be the wife. Which she’ll definitely get to be, hopefully sooner rather than later.
A little bit too extreme to be fun.
This book really doesn’t know how to be smooth and subtle. The whole secrets are boringly stacked away to be unwisely spilled together at one drop. First half is entirely a drag, and then the plot takes a couple of steps back, which naturally put me in a heavy mood to be back at square one after a set of tedious pages. Thankfully, once it hits the second part mark, the story starts to roll with a more acceptable pace.
With the vindictive nature of its plot, it totally makes sense that the novel needs to do a lead character swap in the middle of the story. Which seems like a delicious idea at first. But to my own surprise, I rather felt disoriented by it. I was having such a difficult time to root for the first character due to her not quite justified backstory, so when the alternative came, I jumped to the second boat at once. But instead of being satisfied, I felt I’d wasted my time reading meaningless first part of the narrative.
Other than that, I also can’t shake the feeling that this book has taken too big a premise for its frame. It selects a con artist and an extremely big shot in one picture. Which should make the circumstance very complicated and delicate. Most of the time, when you deal with the Richies in a story, there is absolutely no way out, because money can close literally every door you see. Sadly, The Last Mrs. Parrish chooses to oversimplify things and offer too easy an exit for the (or a ?) lead character. Even days after reading the book, I am still very conflicted as to whom to cheer on.
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