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52 Reasons to Hate My Father

52 Reasons to Hate My Father

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by Jessica Brody

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Being America's favorite heiress is a dirty job…but someone's gotta do it, in 52 Reasons to Hate My Father.

Lexington Larrabee has never had to work a day in her life. After all, she's the heiress to the multi-billion-dollar Larrabee Media empire. And heiresses are not supposed to work. But then again, they're not supposed to crash


Being America's favorite heiress is a dirty job…but someone's gotta do it, in 52 Reasons to Hate My Father.

Lexington Larrabee has never had to work a day in her life. After all, she's the heiress to the multi-billion-dollar Larrabee Media empire. And heiresses are not supposed to work. But then again, they're not supposed to crash brand-new Mercedes convertibles into convenience stores on Sunset Boulevard either.

Which is why, on Lexi's eighteenth birthday, her ever-absent, tycoon father decides to take a more proactive approach to her wayward life. Every week for the next year, she will have to take on a different low-wage job if she ever wants to receive her beloved trust fund. But if there's anything worse than working as a maid, a dishwasher, and a fast-food restaurant employee, it's dealing with Luke, the arrogant, albeit moderately attractive, college intern her father has assigned to keep tabs on her.
In Jessica Brody's hilarious "comedy of heiress" about family, forgiveness, good intentions, and best of all, second chances, Lexi learns that love can be unconditional, money can be immaterial, and regardless of age, everyone needs a little saving. And although she might have fifty-two reasons to hate her father, she only needs one reason to love him.

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“[has] surprising charm.” —School Library Journal

“...entertaining.” —VOYA

“...sure to be enjoyed by teens…” —Kirkus

“…opulent and fast-paced...” —Publishers Weekly

“. . . interesting twists . . .” —Booklist

Publishers Weekly
Famous and spoiled teenage heiress Lexington Larrabee could give the Kardashians a run for their money in this opulent and fast-paced story. Lexi finally pushes her media-mogul father too far when she crashes her new Mercedes convertible into a convenience store after a night of partying. Fed up, her stereotypically distant billionaire father withholds more than love: he decides not to give his daughter access to her million trust fund on her 18th birthday. The only way Lexi can get it back is to complete 52 menial jobs, one each week for a year. Lexi must report daily to her father’s college-age intern, Luke, after cleaning houses, bagging groceries, selling tacos, and more. Brody (My Life Undecided) makes her self-absorbed and snotty main character relatable—even likable—as she grows emotionally and gains insight into her father’s actions. Though the plot, including a rich boy/regular boy love triangle, is often predictable, sharp writing and over-the-top scenes will appeal to readers looking for a fun summer read. Ages 12–up. Agent: Bill Contardi, Brandt & Hochman Literary Agents. (July)
Children's Literature - Janis Flint-Ferguson
Lexington Larrabee has just crashed her brand new Mercedes into a convenience store window. Before she is even out of the car, her father's employees swoop in and clean up the mess—literally and figuratively. Lexi is the daughter of business magnate Richard Larrabee and what readers soon learn is that she is the spoiled, insensitive, uncaring daughter of a father who spends way too much time in the office. Or at least that is what Lexi tells the reader. She is on the verge of her eighteenth birthday and receiving the trust fund that her older brothers have already enjoyed, but instead of getting the check, she gets a list. She is handed a list of fifty-two jobs she must complete, one a week for the next year, before the money is signed over to her. These are jobs of a lesser sort than a Larrabee, she feels, such as a housemaid (she regularly terrorizes her own housemaid) or a fast food worker (she doesn't even eat fast food). She also has to report to her father's young, boring intern, Luke. What Lexi learns is an even more valuable lesson than how to arrange flowers or serve drinks at a party: she learns what is really important in life—family. Adolescent girls will recognize the type of girl Lexi is from the headlines in recent tabloids and though the moral is obvious, there are a few twists and turns to make this a fun, lighthearted read. Reviewer: Janis Flint-Ferguson
VOYA - Judith A. Hayn
Lexington Larrabee, the daughter of Southern California billionaire media entrepreneur, Richard Larrabee, is forced to perform a different low-paying job each week for a year. Her widower father designs this life rehabilitation program after she drives her McLaren into a convenience store on Sunset Boulevard after a night of heavy partying. Lexi cannot earn her $25 million trust fund, promised on her twentieth birthday, until she completes each job. Lexi is recovering from a break-up with wealthy European heir, Mendi Milos, and her activities are now monitored by a Larrabee summer intern, the handsome and enigmatic Luke Carver. The series of minimum-wage jobs includes a catering server, a car wash attendant, a florist, a fast food employee, and a telemarketer, and are designed to help Lexi find redemption from her selfish lifestyle. Will she succumb to Mendi's offer of a life of ease on the Riviera when she has the chance? Lexi emerges as an unlikely heroine and watching her emerge from a life of spoiled privilege into self-understanding is predictable, although entertaining. The novel will interest those who are fascinated by rich and pampered heiresses, complete with brand names galore, who eventually realize what it is that really makes them content. Reviewer: Judith A. Hayn
School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up—Lexington Larabee has grown up getting everything she wants without lifting a finger. Then, she crashes her brand-new Mercedes convertible into a convenience store after a night of partying hard and everything changes. Her distant billionaire father decides to withhold the trust fund she's been counting on receiving on her 18th birthday until she has completed 52 menial jobs (cleaning houses, filling tacos, washing dishes, etc.), one each week for the next year. As if that isn't humiliating enough, he doesn't even administer this punishment himself. Instead, he appoints his college intern, Luke, to be Lexi's babysitter. He drives her to and from her jobs and assesses her progress. While the plot is predictable with the requisite romance and happy ending, the story has surprising charm. Lexi's growth is believable-as believable as it can be within the confines of the premise, anyway-and readers see the specific lessons she learns as she works. For example, after a week as a maid, she realizes that "no one notices the help," a lesson that she uses later in the book during a nail-biting undertaking of corporate espionage to help her father's company. Brody also delivers an occasional turn of phrase (Lexi describes her sleeping dog as "a perfect little doughnut of fur") that makes this book perhaps not a standout, but at least a better example of the bad-girl-turned-good narrative.—Gretchen Kolderup, New Canaan Library, CT
Kirkus Reviews
There's no reason to hate this novel, but there are certainly plenty of reasons to feel apathetic about this formulaic work. After the shallow, childish Lexington Larrabee crashes her luxury car into a convenience store, her father takes control of her life. He's only a parent in biological terms to Lexi, so she's just counting down until she turns 18 and takes control of her trust fund. But her father says she has to wait a year longer, which she'll spend working 52 different jobs. She'll work menial, minimum-wage jobs, and she'll be supervised by Luke, an intern from her father's company. If she doesn't work, she'll lose everything. Predictably, Lexi pouts and whines until she learns valuable lessons about work and family from a new friend. There's romance, of course, and the expected happy ending. Characters are flat and stereotyped, and there's nothing surprising in the plot. The writing is competent, though, and at least Lexington's voice is engaging enough to snare readers. It's sure to be enjoyed by teens, but this novel is just another example of poor-little-rich-girl lit. (Fiction. 14 & up)

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My father is going to kill me.

Actually, on second thought, he probably doesn’t have time to kill me. But he is going to send someone to do it for him. He’s really good at that. Sending people. He’s done it for every major event in my life. First day of school, first date, sweet sixteen party, birthdays, dance recitals, even my high school graduation last week. All of them faithfully attended and video documented by one of my father’s minions. He’s got loads of them. So many I can hardly remember any of their names anymore. But without fail, anytime something significant happens, one of them always manages to show up in my father’s place to perform the requisite parental duty. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he sent someone to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day. Although I’m sure his publicity team would never allow him to miss out on such a great opportunity for positive media exposure.

This, on the other hand, falls into that other category of media exposure. The kind that makes my father, his company, and everyone associated with our family look bad. The kind that is quickly hushed up and excused by cleverly concocted scapegoats and promises of rehab. Not that I’ll ever go. Not that I’ve ever gone. But it’s the thought that makes people feel better—or more important—that makes the tabloids shift their focus. Because once you’re shipped off to rehab the story is over. In the media’s eyes, you’re as good as cured.

Well, until you screw up again.

Until you do something like this.

I’m convinced my father has spies working all over the world. They’ve infiltrated national and foreign governments, they’ve weaseled their way into law enforcement offices, they’ve set up shop in the streets. They’re like elves. Santa’s helpers. Magically stealing through the night, doing his bidding, protecting the company name. The family name. Because really, there’s no other explanation for how fast things happen. How quickly they’re able to get to the site of the “disturbance.” Like tonight, for instance. My father has “people” on the scene even before all the emergency vehicles have arrived. Dressed smartly in their dark suits and designer shoes, even though it’s three o’clock in the morning. As if they simply go to bed that way.

Magic elves, I tell you.

Although following that analogy would mean my father would have to be Santa Claus. And trust me, besides the part about being elusive, never seen, and only staying in your living room for a total of two minutes before disappearing into the night, he’s definitely no Santa Claus.

The first thing they do when they arrive is tell me not to speak. Then I’m ushered away from the limelight and flashes of paparazzi bulbs and hastily stowed inside a black limousine with windows tinted so darkly I can barely see out. There’s a woman seated across from me. She speaks with a diluted French accent, expertly fielding a flutter of phone calls and e-mails with a cell phone in each hand. She pauses her current conversation long enough to assure me that everything is being taken care of.

But I don’t need to be assured. Everything is always taken care of. When my father’s name is involved, charges are mysteriously dropped, lawsuits are inexplicably settled out of court, and angry business owners threatening revenge are suddenly sending Christmas cards with photos of their family on a two-week cruise in the Greek Isles.

I’m never quite sure how it’s done but you can be sure money changes hands. Lots and lots of money. Probably in the form of large, unmarked bills. Contracts are most likely signed, threats are almost certainly made, and secrets are most definitely leveraged.

It’s the mafia without the strip clubs and the cheap New York accents. And instead of guns and cement shoes, all the members have BlackBerrys and Harvard MBAs.

It’s no wonder that my father has entire law offices working exclusively for him.

Through the tinted glass I can just make out the arrival of two more news vans. The woman sitting across from me notices them too and hurriedly presses a single button on one of her phones before bringing it to her ear.

“Are we clear?” There’s a moment of silence as she waits for a response. “Tell them she has no comment.” And then into the other phone, “Good, we’re leaving.”

With a chilling sharpness, she clicks off both phones, taps on the glass behind her with the back side of her knuckles, and, like a fluid, well-oiled machine that has performed the same routine thousands of times, for hundreds of years, the message is communicated and the car is off.

The woman is already on another call before we’ve even pulled away from the curb. “What’s the situation at the Nest?”

I can make out a hint of a grimace on her tightly pulled face, and without saying another word, she turns on the flat screen and flips to CNN. My vision is cloudy and my memory is still a bit fuzzy from the accident but I eventually recognize the street corner that the breaking news reporter is standing on. It’s the same one we just left. And the demolished convenience store behind her still has my car parked smack-dab in the center aisle, next to the aspirin.

Should have grabbed one of those before I left, I think to myself. My head feels like it’s being pounded by a jackhammer.

I collapse back against the seat with my hand covering my eyes.

“Change of plans,” I hear the French woman tell the driver after lowering the glass half an inch. “We’re going to the Landing Pad.”

The driver nods and I feel the long black car yank into an abrupt U-turn that almost makes me lose the contents of my stomach. Not that there’s much in there to lose. Except vodka. Lots and lots of vodka. With maybe a few drops of water from the ice.

“No!” I protest, struggling to sit upright. “Why are we going there? None of my stuff is there. I want to go home!”

But then I catch sight of the TV again and the answer is suddenly very clear to me. The breaking news story has moved locations and now a second reporter is standing outside of my house along with every other news outlet on earth.


“Don’t worry,” the woman says to me, getting back on the phone again. “We have people on their way to your house to pick up some of your belongings.”

“Fine.” I surrender with an exaggerated sigh, falling over onto my side and curling into a ball on the bench seat. “But make sure they get Holly. She can’t sleep by herself.”

The woman nods and switches to the second phone. “Bring the dog.”

Although the volume is turned down low, I can still hear the reporter’s pretentious voice emanating from the TV, spelling out my tragic life story as if she were reciting her fifth-grade book report.

“For those of you just tuning in, we’re live in Bel Air, California, at the famed estate of Larrabee Media CEO, Richard Larrabee, only minutes after his seventeen-year-old daughter, Lexington Larrabee, crashed her Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren convertible, valued at over $500,000, into a convenience store on Sunset Boulevard. The well-known socialite was returning from an exclusive Hollywood nightclub where several eyewitnesses claim they saw her drinking heavily with friends before getting behind the wheel. Although spokespeople for the Larrabee family have denied early allegations that Lexington was under the influence of alcohol, the police are still investigating the matter closely. This devastation to the Larrabee family comes only a few days after reports started circulating that Lexington’s rocky two-year relationship with wealthy European heir Mendi Milos was once again on the verge of a split.

“The famous on-again-off-again couple broke up at the end of last year after which Lexington spent two weeks at a mental health facility in Palm Springs where she was admitted for ‘depression and anxiety.’ The decision to send his daughter for help was made by Richard Larrabee himself after Lexington was found passed out in a Beverly Hills gas station bathroom and was rushed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center where she was treated for minor alcohol poisoning. Richard Larrabee expressed his genuine concern for his only daughter—”

“Oh, God, shut it off!” I growl, groaning and pulling my hair over my face.

Silence fills the limo in a matter of seconds and I close my eyes.

Freaking Mendi. This is all his fault. If he had just gone back to Europe like he promised, none of this would have happened. We could have continued with our plan to take a short break away from each other, reunited in Europe in a couple of weeks, and everything would have been fine. But nooo. He had to show up at the club and start dancing with some floozy wannabe tramp right in front of me. Now it’s definitely over. After the things we said to each other tonight, there’s no way we can get back together.

God, my head hurts.

I can make out flashes of light on the backs of my eyelids and I pry them open to see that the TV is still on but the volume has been muted. CNN is back at the intersection as a tow truck pulls my car from the wreckage. It looks like crap. The whole front end is smashed in and there’s nothing but a few shards of glass where the windshield used to be.

Damn. I really liked that car.

I just got it too. And it was custom made at the plant in Germany. Now I’ll have to wait for them to make a brand-new one to replace it. And who knows how long that will take.

The whole thing is really starting to bum me out and I don’t want to watch it anymore. “I said. Shut. It. Off,” I repeat. “I don’t need to see it. I freaking lived it, all right?”

The woman is already on another call. This one, apparently, in French. “Oui, oui, je comprends,” she says, pointing the remote at the television and zapping the screen to black. Her eyes dart toward me for a second and then she mumbles into the phone, “Je te le dis, elle est un enfant gâtée.”

I can feel my face grow hot with rage. Did she really call me a spoiled brat?

“Excuse me,” I demand.

“Un moment,” she says to the caller, then takes a deep breath, pulls the phone away from her mouth, and plasters on an artificial smile. “Yes?”

“What exactly do you do for my father?”

She is clearly annoyed by my interruption but fights to hide it. “I am his new head publicist.”

“Well,” I begin, before smoothly transitioning into flawless French to say, “Maybe if you had done all your research, you would have known that this ‘spoiled brat’ spent half of her childhood in France.”

Then I shut my eyes to her stunned expression, pull my hair back over my face, and grumble, “Just wake me up when we get there, okay?”


Copyright © 2012 by Jessica Brody

Meet the Author

Jessica Brody is the author of THE KARMA CLUB, MY LIFE UNDECIDED and the UNREMEMBERED trilogy, as well as two novels for adults. She splits her time between California and Colorado.

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52 Reasons to Hate My Father 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 18 reviews.
BookWorm101MM More than 1 year ago
With the Karma Club as her final and most popular book, here comes 52 Reasons To Hate My Father, a true masterpiece of writing and awesome creativity about a snobby airess and her journey get her fathers trust fund. Abosolute great book! I love it, and the first chapter is the best of them all! I definalty amazing read! Just read, a must-have for all teen (girls) across the USA!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I couldnt put down this book for days!!! It will touch ur heart and make u laugh.
CeliaA_YAFiction More than 1 year ago
Not a very long/hard book, but it was cute and a good read. Would definitely recommend
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This seems like from prada to nada
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Everything a book should have.....romance, suspence, and trust me you can get very frustrated at the characters too! I highly recommend it!
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ulou2 More than 1 year ago
Nothing too intellectual here but some interesting situations and characters I enjoyed reading it - great beach read.
InkandPage More than 1 year ago
Rating: 3 The Low Down: She’s so close to 18, she can almost taste it. Lexington Larrabee, notorious socialite and daughter of a media mogul, will inherit her trust fund as soon as her next birthday. She’s sure that even though she wrecked her brand-new custom Mercedes, her father’s “people” will take care of it all like they always do. After all, that’s what Daddy has been doing her whole life; having his employees follow her around with a dust pan, making sure as little as possible about her antics get in the news. Lexi and her two best friends have planned their summer already, and as soon as her check gets handed to her, she’s going to live the life she knows she has coming to her. Much to her surprise, however, cold reality comes in the form of an ultimatum: work one week at each of 52 different jobs for the duration of one year without quitting, whining or slacking, and the money’s hers. Enter Luke Carver, her father’s latest intern. Like many, he admires Richard Larrabee for his tenacity and success. But Lexi? It’s hard to feel sorry for a girl who has everything with an appreciation of nothing. And lucky him - he is assigned to be Lexi’s babysitter. What happens when you see how the rest of the world lives? What if the life you think you deserve isn’t the one you should choose? Maybe, for both Lexi and Luke, seeing how the other half lives might be the best thing for them both. Well?: What a fun read. Of course, I enjoyed it when she got her comeuppance, was not “noticed” because she was the help, and when she freaked out. Fun times. Having Lexi be a one-dimensional character would have been so boring (much like the real thing *ahem*), so she had to be redeemed. I like, too that Luke had to realize that he had to understand that his idol was fallible, too. The Bottom Line: If you find yourself wanting those poor little rich girls to have a dose of reality, you will love this book. 52 Reasons to Hate My Father by Jessica Brody was published July 3, 2012 by Farrar Straus Giroux. Ink and Page won this book in a giveaway, so no one had a choice about whether it was reviewed. Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Fiction Romance Ages: 13 and up You Might Want to Know: Nothing of note
ToManyBooksNotEnoughTime More than 1 year ago
A great beach book, this tale will keep you laughing, with and at, notorious heiress Lexington Larrabee. This supremely spoiled, yet lovely inside (way deep down where it is safe) and out, protagonist has a knack for fulfilling everyone's expectations of her. Too bad she can't see that and start defining and fulfilling her own expectations. At least not right away. This book reads as if it was ripped directly from headlines around the world - from publications known for spending more money to get the picture or headline than for actually doing any fact-checking on those same items. However unlike real life, this book does have a happy ending - for at least one person. Read it to find out who ends up getting just what they deserve and who ends up with their happily ever after.
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EmmyDoodle More than 1 year ago
It took a while to get into, but 52 Reasons to Hate My Father turned out to be an amazing read. Jessica Brody knows how to end a book with a bang. Lexington Larrabee is a spoiled, selfish, heiress who wouldn't know work if it hit her over the head. She knows how to drink, drive, and have a good time, but earning the money she spends is foreign to her. Starting 52 Reasons to Hate My Father took some time. I wasn't a fan of Lexi's and her personality was off-putting, but expected of an eighteen year old who has never earned one thing she owns. I pushed through my negative feeling toward her and found a heartwarming surprise half-way through. Lexi's journey pulls her from her self-absorbed world into a world where she learns how those less fortunate live. That everything isn't just handed to everyone. She sees their hardships and begins to become the person her father would be proud of.  I loved reading 52 Reasons to Hate My Father because you get to see such an extreme change in attitude. The people Lexi meets leave an impression and she becomes more worldly and less selfish. I loved seeing her evolve.  52 Reasons to Hate My Father was an exceptionally well written novel that shows how much a person can change in such a short period of time. I highly recommend it if you're looking for a coming of age novel that leaves you happily surprised in the end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Kiss your hand 3 times repost this on 3 different times then look under your pillow.