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...then I suggest that LW find a copy of Elizabeth Bowen's novel, The Death of the Heart (1938), and read it cover to cover. A naive, newly-orphaned sixteen year-old goes to live with her disaffected older half brother and his cold-hearted, stylish wife, whose name is Anna, oddly enough. The housekeeper and the part-time governess are the only caring people in the girl's life. It's a stunning portrait of neglect and failure, and may help the letter writer see her own terrible shallowness more clearly.