Crazy Rich Asians (Crazy Rich Asians, #1)

by Kevin Kwan

Rachel couldn’t wait for the other shoe to drop. What fabulously dysfunctional detail had Sylvia left out? “He’s … Asian.” “Oh God, Sylvia.” Rachel rolled her eyes, turning back to her computer screen. “I knew you were going to react like this! Hear me out. This guy is the total package, I swear—” “I’m sure,” Rachel said, dripping with sarcasm. “He has the most seductive, slightly British accent. And he’s a terrific dresser. He had the most perfect jacket on today, rumpled in all the right places—” “Not. Interested. Sylvia.” “And he looks a bit like that Japanese actor from those Wong Kar-wai movies.”

Fans of Wong Kar-Wai's films will know that I'm referring to the one and only Takeshi Kaneshiro. If you've never seen any of this brilliant auteur's films, I'd recommend starting with "Chungking Express," then "Fallen Angels," and finally building up to "In the Mood For Love," which is to me THE most beautiful film ever made.