Its a beautifully written book of a girl's big hardships and little joys in life, of desires, desperation, melancholy, HOPE. It gave me a picture(s) of such hellish life, I have never ever known, making me think about my privileges. And throughout reading the book, the idea of Me reading it as a literary object, as a consumer of her written desperate life took me to many dilemmas. I found console in the fact the author herself wrote it and is using the royalty for helping children who are growing in similar conditions. At the same time, the fact that a prominent Book business giant like DC Books, makes money through this, markets her novel as a fictional autobiography a poor girl who had to live homeless, starving on streets and using many more words brimming to bring in author's pity and purse together troubled me. I had been conscious of how I am looking at this text, throughout my reading. The Privileged' authors gaze upon an Unprivileged reader, my eyes and mind grazing upon the lands of her plight, an inner me wanting to experience her life for just a day or few moments, but with the deep certainty that I can return to my safe abode of Home and its prosperity.