Fewer than 70 pages into this book I made the decision to continue hate-reading. It is so painfully shallow it reads like bad YA. If the characters were any more one-dimensional and under-developed they wouldn’t even exist.
Marketed as a modern-day Romeo and Juliet (which, honestly should have been warning enough), White Fur is the story of Jamey, a WASP-y heir to an investment bank fortune, and Elise, a half-white half-Puerto Rican who grew up in public housing on the “wrong side of the tracks” or whatever. I hate myself for describing them in such cliches, but I’m just taking what I was given.
Jamey and Elise meet and fall in love…though I honestly have no idea why because there’s no character development or insight into anything that happens. They basically just really like having sex with each other and then one day they’re in love and Jamey decides he needs to relinquish the fortune he was supposed to inherit so he can distance himself from his predictably shitty family. Oh, and it takes place in the 1980s in New York City for whatever reason.
Then…things get really weird. Like, I wouldn’t even be able to explain what happens without it sounding so silly and out of left field, which is exactly what it is even though it’s supposed to be really sad and tragic or something.
I don’t know, you guys. I was originally drawn to this because I thought maybe it would explore class issues in an intriguing way, but it brings almost nothing to the table and what it does bring is predictable and cliche.