The Luckiest Girl Alive
by Jessica Knoll
TiffAni FaNelli. The world begins and ends with TiffAni FaNelli. The spelling of her name alone should have warned me to stay away. It is all about TiffAni, her desire for social status, wealth, and fame, her plan for social climbing, her total obsession with all things snobby.
I am a casual kind of person. Jeans and sneakers serve me well. Neither needs a label, a brand name, or a trendy style. The jeans and sneakers must be comfortable, that’s all. So all the snobbery, all the fashion consciousness, all the perfect words and actions and movements are, for me, all pure gag material.
Yet there was just a hint of something that kept me interested. I felt the story had to be taking me somewhere. So I read on. Somehow I even read right through to the end.
TiffAni, who later called herself Ani in a vain attempt to elevate her image, had everything – good job, the right contacts, the perfect fiancé. Not too shabby for someone who devoted her teen years to social climbing only to find herself an outcast after her world fell apart.
More than halfway through the book, the actual plot started to take shape – the high school antics, the clash of the snob brigade, the gloom and doom – events, major events, that actually capture the reader’s attention. By book’s end, however, it is clear there is not even one likeable character to be found anywhere between the covers of this book.
Page after page, and chapter after chapter, I asked myself why I continued to read this book. In the end, I still have no answer to that