So I was reading this mediocre book where the protagonist is a privileged white girl who hates the fact that her parents don't want her to starve to death. I guess I was meant to empathize with the main character but I just couldn't stomach it (get it?!).
More nachos for me!
Does it make me a bad person that I not only didn't care a jot for the girls' plight but I ate an entire box of Annie's Cheddar Bunnies while reading this book? Did I not connect with this character because she was a whiny spoiled brat or because the book wasn't written very well?