more about Mackler

I've posted about Carolyn Mackler before, more than once. It's a miracle that I like The Earth, My Butt..., because wow - I just finished her new book, and Mackler has to be one of the most stilted writers on the planet. No one anywhere speaks or thinks like one of her characters. It's just not possible.
Here's a sample at a fast-food restaurant (Guyaholic, pp. 118-119):
"...the guy behind the counter says, 'What do you want?'
I stare at him.
'What do you want?' he asks again.
What do I want?
I want to forget."

Oh, good heavens. As the folks at Television Without Pity would say, shut up, Carolyn Mackler. Why did I read the book, you ask? Professional obligations, my dear.

ETA: My SO thought that he might think something like "I want to forget" (though he's wrong, and he said so), but my quotation above was chosen at random, and for brevity's sake. For a longer sample, try pp. 138-139. I tensed up when V pulled off the highway to go to Whole Foods, but didn't start grinding my teeth until "I can't believe I'm admitting this, but after a thousand miles of Pringles and pretzels and Pop-Tarts, I'm actually craving something real." Again - whose internal dialogue sounds like that?