It may sound a bit odd, but I really enjoyed the philosophical musings of a concierge in her 50s and a precocious 12-year-old living in the same building. And yep, they're both self-indulgent and hypocritically snobby. I enjoyed it anyway. There were beautiful ideas fluttering by, mixed in with all the complaining, and some of the language and construction was wonderful. There isn't a whole lot to the plot, but it made me smile.
The end of the book made me take a star off. The ideas and changes in the characters are necessary and lovely. The plot isn't my complaint. It's just that the last 50 pages or so felt so rushed, like there was a deadline or a page limit looming and all of a sudden we were in hurry-up-and-finish-already mode. The book is long enough, but it felt like the entire plot was squished into the last 50 pages or so and it would have helped to spread it a little more evenly.
That being said, this one is definitely worth rereading for me.