Pineapple Street by Jenny Jackson
“Competition was their family love language.”
― Jenny Jackson, Pineapple Street
Summary: Darley, the eldest daughter in the well-connected, old-money Stockton family, followed her heart, trading her job and her inheritance for motherhood but giving up far too much in the process; Sasha, a middle-class New England girl, has married into the Brooklyn Heights family, and finds herself cast as the arriviste outsider; and Georgiana, the baby of the family, has fallen in love with someone she can’t have and must decide what kind of person she wants to be.
Shot through with the indulgent pleasures of life among New York’s one-percenters, Pineapple Street is an addictive, escapist novel that sparkles with wit. Full of recognizable, lovable—if fallible—characters, it’s about the peculiar unknowability of someone else’s family, the miles between the haves and have-nots, and the insanity of first love—all wrapped in a deliciously funny, sharply observed debut of family, love, and class.
My thoughts: I was hoping for a “rich family behaving badly” type of trope, but ultimately, nothing really happens in the book. Like nothing. The book’s content is mostly made up of the inner contemplation of the characters. I mean, obviously, things happen because it’s 300 pages, but nothing that stuck out to me to bring up in my review. While the details of the story may not stick with me long-term, I did read it, so it must have been interesting enough. I will say the cover is absolutely stunning though!