Just ok. Initially I attributed the plodding, overly-simple language as a symptom of the protagonists depression, that same ‘we’re about to get to the secret’ style of hollow self-help books buuuut nothing changed when the character did. Like self-help books you’ll likely find here no soul, no nuance, no answers- just the same hollow platitudes about never knowing if it’ll get better if you pack it in now. Not enough sci for sci-fi. Just saying multiverse & invoking Schrödinger a couple times doesn’t wish a book into a different genre. Repetitive but still short. The occasional well-turned phrase counterbalanced by cringey poetry. I wouldn’t, if I were you.