I'd Keep Cross on my Bookshelf too.

I loved this reading. Partially because I wasn't being told much of anything, and partly because it was in the form of a story. I was left wondering what became of the main girl and Cross, whether her tears ever dried because he was sitting in front of her again. Whether years later she still fit perfectly within the curve of his arm or if she thought of him sometimes while she changed her earrings. The only thing that truly made her different from the girls around her was the lack of silver spoon leaving its metallic taint across her tongue. Or more specifically, hers and others knowledge of the fact. Perhaps that's part of why she came to adore the first female prefect so much: she was the same as our girl and she'd made it. She'd not only survived the halls of the prep school, but she traversed them with an ease and grace learned only through practice. This social divide, however, doesn't seem nearly as easy to conquer as she'd made it seem. Lee isn't a target of theft. Why? Because the thief wouldn't steal from the poor. Lee was easy to spot, and easy to overwhelm. Even today money dictates your station in life. Prime example of someone without the talent but with the money to make it look like their contributing something useful to society: Paris Hilton. What would I, or Lee, be standing next to her? Poor. No other qualities are going to pervade for quite a while, because first and foremost, I couldn't afford the beaded strap on one of her shoes. Yet the reader can look at Lee and think her the heroine of the piece, even if she is rather weak at times. She hasn't actually done anything, but Lee looks better for all her faults because she is a drop of quiet, poor talent within a sea of rich kids. I truly do hope that she gets to feel Cross's thumb strumming the sensitive spot behind her ear, or come to understand the act of not acting upon or declaring anything. I hope she continues to pity Dede for her shallowness, yet understand her startling innocence beneath her normal unpleasantness. But most of all, I hope she leaves that place, educated and feeling comfortable with the roots that make her feel so much below her peers.