I fear I am probably not in the right demographic to appreciate this novel of a privileged New York teenager who discovers that she is even more privileged than she had realised, and, in a revelatory moment at the end, also discovers that the popular boy in the class is a jerk. It’s not really in the same league of self-realisation as Catcher in the Rye (which I didn’t like anyway) and the humour failed to grab me.