Review: The Ivy Chronicles


The Ivy ChroniclesThe Ivy Chronicles by Karen Quinn

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

This was a pretty good book. It was yet another book that I had never heard of before spotting it on the bookshelf at the local library. It was quite a bit better than many of the books I find that way, and many that I’ve heard of beforehand.

The characters are interesting, though many aren’t sympathetic. Of course, I don’t think that they’re supposed to be considered sympathetic, since this book is clearly pointing out the spoiled nature of the private school system and what a life of privilege is like in New York City. Most of the characters that I was turned off by when they were introduced turned out to be the schmucks that my gut had been telling me they were.

There were times when unimportant parts of the book seemed to drag on, but there were also times when it seemed like some (more important) things were just skipped over completely. I guess that inconsistency is part of why I didn’t give this book more stars. It was a bit of a sloppy story, which is something that I don’t enjoy.

The best way to describe this story is that it is basically a grown-up Clueless, moved to the Upper East Side from Beverly Hills, and dealing with spoiled socialites (and wannabe socialites) getting their kids into private school school to gain the approval of their peers, as opposed to socialites in the making trying to gain the approval of their peers at their high school. The same conniving and petty crap that you would expect from high school students is exhibited in so many of the characters. Most, if not all, of the characters are willing to sacrifice any sense of morals to get ahead. While that made some of it humorous, it also made it a bit disturbing.

If you enjoy random chick lit, you will probably enjoy this book. It’s also possible that if you like stories about sociopaths, you will enjoy this book.

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I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.