I kept waiting for something of substance to float to the surface, but it was a bunch of chapters about hating the rich, white, out-of-touch, woe is me cast - told from the white, out-of-touch, woe-is-me perspective. It was like listening to terminated writers from Arrested Development who didn't know if they were trying to be funny, or serious, while trying to figure out which humanitarian stance they wanted to take on chapter by chapter. I had hopes for the ending, (spoiler alert)...but it ended with one of the main female characters fighting for the causes of her two male love interests like a rich chameleon without any self identity.
