DATE PUBLISHED: 04th April 2017


PAGES: 400








Sixteen-year-old Bentley Royce seems to have it all: an actual Bentley, tuition to a fancy private school, lavish vacations, and everything else that comes along with being an LA starlet. But after five seasons on her family’s reality show, Rolling with the Royces, and a lifetime of dealing with her narcissistic sister, Porsche, media-obsessed mother, Mercedes, and somewhat clueless brother, Maybach, Bentley wants out. Luckily for her, without a hook for season six, cancellation is looming and freedom is nigh. With their lifestyle on the brink, however, Bentley’s family starts to crumble, and one thing becomes startlingly clear–without the show, there is no family. And since Bentley loves her family, she has to do the unthinkable–save the show. But when her future brother-in-law’s car goes over a cliff with both Bentley and her sister’s fianc inside-on the day of the big made-for-TV wedding, no less-things get real.
Really real. Like, not reality show real.






A funny and cute contemporary novel that makes fun of hollywood and reality TV. Interspersed with gossip columns and footnotes from producers the satire of this novel is entertaining. The main draw of this book is the dysfunctional Royce family and Bentley Royce. Bentley is a fun character who is looking to get out of the reality TV gig. The plot was extremely quick and hilarious following this Kardashian-esque family. Commentary on homophobia and weight gain are themes that are touched upon within this novel. A fun and uniquely formatted novel with a tongue-in-cheek attitude towards reality TV.




Keep Calm and Read On,



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