This is a DNF for me. I just didn't felt any connection with the characters. I thought I would. I also studied on an affluent university and didn't felt much connection with some of my classmates. So I was like, this is it, this book will get me out of my slump. Boy, I was wrong.
She clearly wasn't in love with his bf, and she felt this things for the other guy. It just felt like that first relationship wasn't moving anywhere in terms of plot, just for the sake of having it, without actually meaning anything. If else, if the bf was also "poor", it would have been more interesting. Thinking he would change, him actually changing or whatever.
I DNF so I don't know how it ends, but the critiques that she makes about rich people are also so... Superficial. I don't expect some kind of revelation here, but it was all just dumb. Yes, yes, rich people don't really know the worth of money. Yes, yes, you had to work your ass of to make it. But that's it, at least until where I read, that's how the reflection goes. I don't expect a breakthrough about class consciousness, but it feels shallow.
Points for the plot, but it wasn't well executed in a way that is at least plausible, and entertaining.
PS: I use the term poor here on quotations because going to uni, even if not having the full tuition, or rich parents, requires a degree of privilege to do so. Also, I hate the word, but alternatives would make it sound like an academic paper.