Lost Between Classes

There is a particular kind of hunger that has nothing to do with food.

It is the hunger a man feels when he watches others consume a meal that costs more than his weekly wage, and he is not angry - he is simply watching, the way a scientist watches a specimen, because anger has long since been replaced by something colder and more precise: understanding.

This is a novel about that man.

It is also a novel about the walls we build between ourselves - not the walls of brick and mortar, but the invisible, electric, password-protected walls of class, money, and the quiet violence of who gets to sit at which table.

Read it to shatter something. Read it to find something. Read it because somewhere in these pages, you will recognize a face - and that face will be your own.