The blurb of this one is a bit misleading, making it seem like the scheme with the Birkin bags is a bigger part of the plot than it is. Instead, it’s a voyeuristic look into one woman’s obsession - with beauty, status, cleanliness - and her descent into madness chasing the unattainable. It explores a wealthy Palestinian woman’s struggle to equate her upscale life in New York with her life back in Palestine, her compatriots struggle as their homeland is taken from them. The dissonance between her two lives drives her to the brink. It’s warped, she’s messy and unlikeable, and this book completely sucked me into its vortex.