Monday, January 31, 2022

Spotlight of Good Rich People by Eliza Jane Brazier




Cruel Intentions meets Ready or Not.


GOOD RICH PEOPLE is a can’t-miss read for fans of survival game thrillers and stories that feature incisive commentary on issues of wealth disparity and privilege.


Brazier weaves a gripping cat-and-mouse style thriller by taking us inside the minds of two women: Lyla, who is bored by the tremendous amount of her wealth, and Demi, who is ready to do nearly anything to make a better life for herself.


GOOD RICH PEOPLE by Eliza Jane Brazier

On sale: January 25, 2022


“Fiendish…Readers with a taste for the idiosyncratic and the macabre will find much to relish.”Publishers Weekly, STARRED review

"The rich live differently than the rest of us, and that's never more evident than this chilling account of one family that plays a sick and twisted game with their tenants."Good Housekeeping

“With writing that truly embodies the raw evil of greed, Brazier crafts cunning characters whom readers will be so excited to hate.

“A jaw-dropping twist right out of the gate.”—PopSugar
“Fizzy and hilarious, dangerous and outrageous. It’s like chugging a flute of champagne that’s been lit on fire. I loved the hell out of it.”
—Stephanie Perkins, New York Times bestselling author of There’s Someone Inside Your House

“Like a David Lynch film…”Booklist



Lyla has always believed that life is a game she is destined to win, but her husband, Graham, takes the game to dangerous levels. The wealthy couple invites self-made success stories to live in their guesthouse and then conspires to ruin their lives. After all, there is nothing worse than a bootstrapper.

Demi has always felt like the odds were stacked against her. At the end of her rope, she seizes a risky opportunity to take over another person’s life and unwittingly becomes the subject of the upstairs couple’s wicked entertainment. But Demi has been struggling all her life, and she’s not about to go down without a fight. 

In a twist that neither woman sees coming, the game quickly devolves into chaos and rockets toward an explosive conclusion. Because every good rich person knows: in money and in life, it’s winner take all. Even if you have to leave a few bodies behind.




I get so bored sometimes, I think I will do anything to stop it. I decide to make Graham dinner. He blames me for what happened.
We don't have anything in the kitchen except Mo‘t-dozens and dozens of bottles that Graham's mother, Margo, keeps giving us, daring us to celebrate.
I decide to make spaghetti because it's European and I think I can manage it on my own. The housekeeper got spooked and left, so we've been ordering in. I need to hire someone before Margo does, but I like how our house looks with a little dust. It looks like people actually live here.
I go to my closet to choose an outfit for the market. Everything in my closet is shades of gray. I've always wanted a signature color. Margo's is white. Graham's is blue. He says it's a power color. All of my underwear is blue.
I select a gray cashmere top and gray cashmere bottoms. Not the same shade of gray, because I don't want to look like an insane person. I accessorize with the exact right amount of diamonds and the hot pink gator Kelly bag I won in a game with Margo.
I stop to check my reflection in the full-length mirror. Sometimes I am scared by how beautiful I am. Every inch of me is buffed and primed. My face hangs exactly right. My muscles are taut and organized. I am scared because I don't want to lose it: the shaped nails, the tip of my nose, the sapphire glow of my eyes. I am sad because I want everyone to see it, but I don't want to see them. I want them to know how lucky I am but I don't want them to have access to me. It's a real problem.
I pass through the living room on my way out. It's Monday and light is streaming through the wall of windows, onto the travertine dining table, the gold bar chairs, the carved silver accents. The house is decorated to Graham's taste because I don't have any. I acquired his taste the day we got married. It was easier that way. Marriages fail because people are different. I want to be the same. Look the same, feel the same, have the same appetites. I want to cross the stars for us.
I pass through the courtyard on my way toward the gate. The flowers stink. The fountain gurgles uselessly, like a body choking on its own blood.
Our house looks like a handful of glass tumbling down a hill. Our front facade is modern, stoic, but when you step inside, the house stretches, open-plan, back and back forever, until it reaches a wall of windows. What you can't see from inside is the structures, the plinths underneath that hold it up, allow for the illusion of those never-ending floors.
In the hills, people will build anywhere. The more perilous the precipice, the more insecure the foundation, the more they need to build something on it. It's a challenge, a victory of money over matter.
Our house is built on the edge of a cliff.
And underneath it, between those concrete plinths, is a hidden guesthouse. It was built to hold up the house above. Margo once used it to store her exotic shoe collection, but now we use it to store a person.
I exit the gate and lock the door behind me. I can see Margo's tower above, chiseled to a point. Margo's house is like a castle, with all the requisite wars and rumors of wars. Graham says one day we'll live there, when he inherits everything, but I have no doubt that Margo will live forever to spite me.
I sometimes wish we would move somewhere, start our own life with our own money. But there is a little-known fact about people with money: They are beholden to people with more money. So although Graham could afford his own house and his own life, his mother has more money. His mother has money that makes our money look poor.
When you're rich, you can control everything. Except the richer.
Graham is afraid of losing his mother's money. Maybe even losing his mother-who knows? So we live in a glass house beneath her fortress, in a tidy alcove in the hills above Los Angeles, the ugliest and most beautiful city in the world, depending on where you're standing.
There is a little village square with a market just three blocks away but I have to drive. The streets in the hills are narrow and uneven and there are no sidewalks. Only mad people walk in LA. For my birthday, Graham gave me a gray Phantom. It's terrible to drive in the hills. I've scraped the back end four or five times and cracked the rear lights but Graham won't fix them because he thinks it's funny.
It takes me ages to get it out of the garage and even longer to navigate the narrow streets of the hills because inevitably cars appear going the other way and I have to honk until they back up. People are such assholes.
I finally make it under the stone archway that signals the village. It's designed to look like a European enclave, all stone streets and storybook architecture. It really just looks like an abandoned fairy tale.
When Graham and I first moved in, we walked to the village market together at dusk to buy a bottle of red wine. The memory itself has very little to offer-it was dark and we were holding hands-but what I remember is not the night itself, but the promise of the future contained in it, how I thought that we would do this again, perpetually: walk beneath the arches in the semidark, kiss in the stone corner of the vintage boutique, pretend we were a couple out of time. I remember saying, This is so magical. It's like we're somewhere else. It's like Disneyland!
Now I drive beneath the arches and I think, We never came again. Not once. Graham works. We order everything in. If I ask him to go for a walk, he says, Are you kidding? Rich people don't walk. Their shoes aren't designed for it.
I get to the market and find handmade pasta, but the sauces are all wrong. There is a clerk beside me filling the shelves-a teenager with a constellation of zits from his ear to his throat.
"Excuse me?" I hold out the priciest pasta sauce. "Why is this so inexpensive? Is there something wrong with it?"
The attendant looks flummoxed, like he has never been asked such a question. "Uh . . . I'd have to ask."
"Do you have anything more expensive?"
He blinks. "Uh . . . you could buy two?"
"You should make it from scratch." A familiar woman approaches from farther down the aisle. I've probably seen her in the neighborhood. I turn to face her. She has three necklaces around her neck, so I know she's crazy. One is a star, one is a circle and one is a cactus. I've seen the star necklace before, but it's a popular design.
"Me?" I can't believe she's talking to me. Her under-eye area is clogged with mascara dust. She has wrinkles but she is probably younger than me. She just doesn't have a good doctor.
"It would be more expensive if you bought all the ingredients separately." She crosses her arms. She carries a shopping basket, but it's empty.
I set the pasta sauce back on the shelf, stamp my foot, throw up my hands. "I have no idea what's in pasta sauce!" I say, like nobody does.
"I can help you"-she shifts her hip-"if you want." She purses her chapped lips. Those three necklaces glitter with menace. But Graham would be so impressed if I made my own pasta sauce. Even more impressed if I had someone make it for me.
The corner of my Kelly bag is digging into my side, so I adjust it. "Oh, would you? I would so appreciate it." She nods eagerly. I indicate my cart. "Would you mind? It's so hard to carry a bag and push a cart." I frown.
She hesitates, face closing. She doesn't know what it's like having to carry a Kelly bag everywhere. It's not like I can just put it in the cart!
She sighs and swings her plastic basket into my cart. I follow her to the produce section. She finds me the priciest tomatoes, precut garlic, red onions. It's a good thing I'm there, because one of the onions looks dirty and I make sure she swaps it out. As she shops, she explains to me how to mix everything together. Of course, I don't pay attention. I hate listening to people when they talk.
"Got it?" she asks when all the ingredients are in my cart.
"No," I say blithely. She shifts from foot to foot. "I'll never get it! We used to have a housekeeper who did all this, but we had to let her go," I lie. "She was very religious." That part is true. She suggested we were all going to hell. I privately thought hell couldn't be worse than Margo. At least in hell you don't have hope.
"I could help you," the woman says, "if you want." She adjusts her empty basket. "I'm actually looking for work."
I find myself considering it. She seems to know her stuff, and I do need to hire someone before Margo does. It looks like I would be doing the woman a favor. Her hair is knotted. Her eyes lack sleep. Her nail beds are dirty and uneven. She'd be very lucky to work for us. There are far worse places to be.
Her necklaces remind me of something, but I can't remember what.
Maybe it's someone I used to know.
Or maybe it's me.


PHOTO CREDIT:  Beverly Brooks 2019

Eliza Jane Brazier is an author, screenwriter and journalist. She currently lives in California where she is developing If I Disappear for television. 

Follow Eliza on Twitter @EJaneBrazier, Instagram @elizajanebrazier, and Facebook @ElizaJaneBrazier.


It's Monday! What Are YOU Reading? - 1/31/2022
I hope you had a great reading week.
This is a weekly meme hosted by Kathryn at BOOK DATE!

Post the books completed, the books you are currently reading, and the books you hope to finish at some point.
Books Completed:
THE SHADOW HOUSE by Anna Downes - review will be on April 6.
Not a favorite...a bit confusing and too much sci-fi/paranormal for me.
THE OTHER FAMILY by Wendy Corsi Staub - review will be on February 28.
A little slow at first, but it turned out to be a good mystery.
SHADOWS OF PECAN HOLLOW by Caroline Frost - review will be on February 12.
Fantastic of Southern fiction will enjoy this book.  So well written and descriptive.
THE YOUNGER WIFE by Sally Hepworth - review will be on April 5, 2022.
Another good one by Sally drama, lies, secrets.
THE BOOK OF COLD CASES by Simone St. James - review will be on March 16.
Fans of Simone St. James won't want to miss her chilling, ghostly, can't-put-down newest.
UNDER THE GOLDEN SUN by Jenny Ashcroft - review will be on March 15, 2022.
THE GOLDEN COUPLE by Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkannen - review will be on March 8.
It is a good one!!  
Domestic thriller and family drama fans won't want to miss this one.
THE HEIGHTS by Louise Candlish - review will be on March 5.
Dragged a bit, but the story line ended up being ok.
THE NIGHT SHIFT by Alex Finlay - review will be on March 1.
Thriller fans won't want to miss this book.
SISTERS OF NIGHT AND FOG by Erika Robuck - review will be on March 2.
Based on real people...very interesting and well done.
THE SECRET LOVE LETTERS OF OLIVIA MORETTI by Jennifer Probst - review will be on February 22.
Women's fiction fans won't want to miss this book...also those who love Italy.  :)
THE PARIS NETWORK by Siobhan Curham - review will be on February 21.
SO GOOD - historical fiction fans will love it.
THE LOBOTOMIST'S WIFE by Samantha Greene Woodruff - review will be on February 4.
Based on true events and people.
UNMISSING by Minka Kent - review will be on February 15.
REALLY good....thriller fans will love the unexpected surprises.
SECRETS OF OUR HOUSE by Rea Frey - review will be on February 9.
A so-so read for me.
THE NEXT SHIP HOME by Heather Webb - review will be on February 8, 2022.
SO GOOD...don't miss this one!!
THE CHRISTIE AFFAIR by Nina de Gramont - review will be here on February 1, 2022.
Very interesting...I didn't know Agatha Christie disappeared for 11 days.
The book dragged a bit, but was very good and well written.  It turned out better as the book continued.
THE OVERNIGHT GUEST by Heather Gudenkauf - review is in the book's title.
Don't miss this one if you are a fan!!
THE MAGNOLIA PALACE by Fiona Davis - review is in the book's title.
LAST SEEN ALIVE by Joanna Schaffhausen - review is in the book's title.
Oh my goodness is this a heart pounding read.  SO GOOD!!
THE EX-HUSBAND by Karen Hamilton - review is in the book's title.
SOMEBODY'S HOME by Kaira Rouda - review is in the book's title.
Book Currently Reading:

LAST DANCE ON THE STARLIGHT PIER by Sarah Bird - review will be on April 12.


Books Up Next:

THE UNINVITED GUEST by Karen McQuestion - review will be on April 9.
MRS. ENGLAND by Stacey Halls - review will be on April 16.
SHADOWS OF BERLIN by David R. Gillham - review will be on April 19.
LITTLE SOULS by Sandra Dallas - review will be on April 26, 2022.
I'LL BE YOU by Janelle Brown - review will be on April 27. 2022.
THE SCHOOL FOR GERMAN BRIDES by Aimie K. Runyan - review will be on April 28.
MY WIFE IS MISSING by D. J. Palmer - review will be on May 10, 2022.
NEVER COMING HOME by Hannah Mary McKinnon - review will be on May 24.
MOONLIGHT AND THE PEARLER'S DAUGHTER by Lizzie Pook - review will be on June 14.
THE LIES I TELL by Julie Clark - review will be on June 21.
THE MANY DAUGHTERS OF AFONG MOY by Jamie Ford - review will be on June 28.
THE PERFECT NEIGHBORHOOD by Liz Alterman - review will be on July 12.
THE LITTLEST LIBRARY by Poppy Alexander - review will be on July 19.
THE NEW NEIGHBOR by Karen Cleveland - review will be on July 26.
THE ORPHANS OF MERSEA HOUSE by Marty Wingate - review will be on August 9.

THE WAR LIBRARIAN by Addison Armstrong - review will be on August 10.

Mailbox Monday - 1/31/2022


Mailbox Monday is the gathering place for readers to share the books that came into their house last week.


Warning:  Mailbox Monday can lead to envy, toppling TBR piles, and humongous wish lists.


Mailbox Monday, created by Marcia @A Girl and Her Books, has a permanent home now at MAILBOX MONDAY.


Here is a shout out to the administrators:

Velvet @ vvb32reads

Serena @ Savvy Verse and Wit

Martha @ Reviews By Martha’s Bookshelf


THANKS to everyone for keeping Mailbox Monday alive.


I hope you had a good mailbox.


On Thursday, January 27, I received:

1.  MOONLIGHT AND THE PEARLER'S DAUGHTER by Lizzie Pook, courtesy of Simon & Schuster and NetGalley.


Sunday, January 30, 2022

This Week At Silver's Reviews

Hope to see you this week.

Reviews of two good books and other bookish posts.

Photo courtesy of @travel_with_massi of Instagram while he was in Valetta, Malta.