I wish I was Filthy Rich
I just re-read Filthy Rich by Wendy Holden, and enjoyed it as much as I did the first time round. Holden usually writes light-hearted stories about rich people in the English countryside, and touches on a few more serious personal issues in their lives. She always has one or two totally over the top characters, who ensure the story stays funny – and generally unbelievable.
Filthy Rich features glamour girl wannabe footballer’s wife Alexandra, and treehugging rent-a-mobster Morag, who duke it out over vegetable patches in a village outside of London. The rest of the cast is a little more accessible and sympathetic: a sensible school principal working with a troubled child, an infertile art history grad married to a penniless aristocrat, and a lonely lawyer trying to get over his wife’s tragic death. A lot of the plot is far-fetched, the characters connect only because they live in a small town, but when everything ends happily, you do care enough to be glad for them.
Holden’s best book is The Wives of Bath, which I’d rate a 9.5/10 on The Geets’ scale of good airplane reading. Filthy Rich gets a solid 8.