Your social class is determined by the floor you’re on, with the richest at the top and the poorest at the bottom, and there’s a quite rigid social class reminiscent of the nineteenth-century-there’s a very “Upstairs, Downstairs” feel.
It’s one of those books where I hated it but also want to read the sequel just to see if it gets even more soap opera-like…?” The premise is that in future America, there’s a thousand-floor skyscraper that is the center of New York City, and inside are not just apartments, but whole shopping malls, gardens, streets, cafes, clubs, whatever. Besides making my skin crawl with a truly astonishing/sickening/I-can’t-believe-the-author-actually-went-there attempt at a romance (how-HOW–could anyone POSSIBLY think it acceptable…?), this book is basically “People drink, take drugs, and make out all the time” combined with some sort of revenge plot. My brief Goodreads review that I posted immediately after reading was “Well, this book was certainly…something. It’s one of the most soap-opera-y, Gossip Girl-y, shove-random-mashed-up-words-together-to-indicate-worldbuilding-y books I’ve read in a while. Rating: 2/5 I don’t even know how to start with this book.
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