I'm uncertain about this title. Frankly a bunch of spoiled prep school kids doing blow on the Cape is soooo last century to me... and not particularly relevant to Chelsea. The writing is beautiful and detached, but is it really a teen novel when you feel like the narrator is inhabiting an older body as she tells the story? I had a sense that the author was trying to impart some truth of her early years, and she did a good job of capturing the capriciousness of teens who think they are SOOOO evolved and utterly uncaring if they live or die, but I didn't care if these spoiled twits DID live or die, and I couldn't finish the book (I may yet finish the book). I get sick of the rich and self absorbed.Maybe, because I haven't finished the book.
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