Jenny Jackson writes a delightfully entertaining character driven novel that immerses the reader into the Stockton family members, their rarefied social circles, and well connected lives of unimaginable wealth and privilege that comprises the New York world of one percenters. Taking a human and compassionate approach, the author gently examines and sheds light on some of the issues affecting the extremely rich through the lives and thoughts of 3 women. Darley is the eldest daughter who preferred to lose her family money rather than have her beloved husband, Malcolm, sign the expected prenup. She gave up working at Goldman Sachs to bring up her 2 young children, Poppy and Hatcher with the family relying on Malcolm's salary, their circumstances becoming more difficult when their economic security and lifestyle come under threat.
Sasha signed the prenup and married into the family, her husband Cord's life revolves around his family, his priority, he works with his father, Chip, in their real estate investment firm, and rubs his mother, Tilda's feet. They live in the family home at Pineapple Street at Brooklyn Heights, where any effort by Sasha to clear the house of its clutter or make any changes is stymied. Sasha finds it impossible to enter the inner family sanctum, she is shut out, and she can barely understand the Stocktons strange rules, culture and rituals. Georgiana is the youngest daughter, she plays tennis with Tilda, her only means of connection, otherwise there would be no communication with a Tilda whose life revolves around tennis, tablescapes, celebrations, such as the gender reveal party, and avoiding any form of conflict, making honest conversations out of the question. Georgiana's life begins to unravel after she falls for a man that is really no good for her, and which ends in a tragedy she is ill equipped to deal with.
The Stocktons find themselves re-evaluating their lives after their eyes are opened in a number of critical areas, with the lonely Georgiana wondering whether she is a good person after all, and questioning, like Curtis McCoy, whether such vast inheritances, all unearned wealth, might skew their perspectives, trapping them within the tiny group of those who are just like them, and the often erroneous assumptions they make about themselves and everyone who does not belong. Darley finds herself finally beginning to comprehend the difference between sharing and being taken advantage of and the pregnant Sasha sees herself more clearly on returning to her Rhode Island family home, her faith in her marriage restored with Cord turning up to support her. This is a wonderfully escapist, easy, engaging and fun read, of family, I loved how Darley's children pick up a dead pigeon in the park, of marriage, wealth, class, and the position of women. Many thanks to the publisher for an ARC.