I finished my book about a rich, entitled Miley Cyrus type character. I would have said Lindsay Lohan, but there was no sex, drugs or rock 'n roll. It was about people who didn't have just mashed potatoes at dinner. They were ROSEMARY GARLIC mashed potatoes. I sometimes have those too, but I don't feel the need to let everyone know. The main character needed to sweep up all the names she dropped in every chapter. Other than that, it was great. I mean, isn't it every kid's goal to have Prada duds to kick around in? Heaven help us.
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