This was a re-read of this marvellous book about income inequality and spontaneous human combustion.
I didn’t love this the second time round as much as the first. But this still has me loving it more than most books. This time round what I concluded is that what makes it remarkable is the quality of the voice of the narrator. It’s weirdly, painfully, contemporary and disillusioned.
Try this, about her efforts to get a scholarship to a school for rich kids:
I didn’t know the school was just some ribbon rich girls obtained on their way to a destined future. . . . . I wasn’t destined for greatness, I knew this. But I was figuring out how to steal it from someone stupid enough to relax their grip on it.
I won’t write up the whole book again; the first read is here. If you are looking for something to read, I recommend it.