Could Alice be more perfect? And what about her life? An only child, happily married parents, spends her birthday in Florida every year, pink crepe paper and balloons decorating the kitchen on the morning of her birthday, cake and pie for birthday desert, blah, blah, blah... 
 Who cares that the regular people who spend the same week in Florida aren't there. I could care less about Alice. What a spoiled bore. This book annoyed me to no end. Not only was Alice self-centered, she never changed. She was self-centred till the end- even after thinking she'd send two of her plastic spoons to Mallory (don't get me started on the typical only child selfishness of that and her tantrum, puhlease) the book still ends with the line: 
 "Suddenly she felt like the center of everything, like the sun." 
 Suddenly? Seems like she's been the center forever and she'll always be a self-centered brat. 
 What a crap book.