Before I started this book, I asked myself: did I really want to read a novel about spoiled, rich Asian people? It turns out that if I knew what was good for me, I would. Kevin Kwan’s “Crazy Rich Asian” is good fun, a perfect beach read. I have had the book since it first came out, and what caused me to read it is that I read a very good review of the sequel, and of course, you wouldn’t read Part Two without reading Part one, right? ‘Crazy Rich Asians’ doesn’t really have much of a plot – it is mostly a parade of name dropping, whether it be fashion designers, artists, architects, even food. Especially food. Set in Singapore, where they take food seriously, I learned quite a few things about Asian dishes I really need to try. At first I was annoyed, but the book is infectious. Akin to reading Page Six, you can;t help but hate and love people behaving badly, as you root for the underdog they are mistreating. As we enter the tenth end of the book, Kwan realizes he needed to punch up the narrative, and even if it comes belatedly, it still engrosses. Excuse me while I start the sequel right about…now.