I had hoped to find a book that would somehow continue the serious social criticism and art of Tom Wolfe's "I am charlotte Simmons". Instead I found this superficial, politically correct fluffed up fantasy version of pseudo elite culture, equivilent to a true romance type genre...shallowly written for those who don't want to think...nothing wrong with that I have my own favorite fluff novels...but let us not pretend that this book is anything more than continuation of a superficial version of angst for those who write professional reviews. You can do as well reading a magazine, watching some tv show or the like. This is not a book for a reader looking for literature, art or challenge. Why do the professional reviewers beat the drum for this drivel?