Bitch.
Ginevra Perry, you are truly such a BITCH. I despise you with every fiber of my being. I loathe your stupid, convoluted, rambling, petty, and uninteresting failed book. You, with your wide-eyed look that seems to be the muse of the devil himself, and you, that sickening debutante who emerged from the flattest planes of Hell, are responsible for 70 percent of my hatred. You made me feel physically ill to my stomach.
Because of you and your absurd little life, with your having passionate sex with your son's tutor, which was such a predictable plot twist, you actually made me like "The Great Gatsby" ten times more than I initially did. Let me make this crystal clear: YOU. ARE. A. BITCH. And your life was nothing more than a poorly chronicled soap opera. Now go and deal with that fact.