"Hot pink, I'm sure she spent a few minutes debating it--was she tan enough, maybe the navy silky sleeveless top instead, can't go wrong with navy--and over her shoulder, a cognac Prada the exact same shade as her shoes, the perfect match more age revealing..." 
 Stop! But it doesn't. This is exactly how the book goes on. 
 While I don't hate this book entirely, it is so fucking hard to get through it. I like the story, well, kind of. Bad things happened to Ani in the past and this is how she deals with it. 
 However, it is agonizing to take this main character seriously when all she cares about is loud labels and money. I try to understand where Ani is coming from, but it is exhausting to be in her head when she constantly bitches about what someone else is wearing. Who the fuck cares?! 
 The hype, the fact that Reese Witherspoon is turning this into a movie, had me very curious. But I was bored as soon as I started, and it took a lot to get as far as I have. I still have four chapters to complete the book. 
 The author tried extremely hard to make a cheap rip off of Amy Dunne (Gone Girl), and failed miserably at that too.