The A-List

Warning: If you're planning to read The A-List then I suggest you don't read the part in blue.

I just finished reading The A-List, and let me tell you, it's like The Clique books but five years older and five times more horrifying.

Imagine an Upper East Side New York girl named Anna Percy who has lived the prim, proper, "I'm better than you and I know it" wealthy life. She's smart and just finished junior year with enough credit to graduate. But when her sister goes back to rehab and her mom goes to Venice, she decides that she doesn't want to live in the safe, enclosed circle that is her life and moves to LA. After meeting this guy named Ben Birnbaum on the plane, he invites her to this movie star's wedding with him. At the wedding, Anna meets three girls who all like Ben, and always get what they want. Cammie Sheppard (who's Ben's ex), Sam Sharpe (the grooms daughter), and Dee. When Cammie accidentally-on-purpose rips part of Anna's dress, she goes to the bathroom to find Sam, who asks Anna to a back-lot party at Warner Bros. and to come feed the homeless on Venice Beach the next day.

I'm not going to tell you what happens next because my fingers are tired.