Huh. Well. That was a book.

I have no idea what to do with any of that.
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Coming back to this a week or so later to fill in some thoughts.

I found this book incredibly readable despite the paragraphs consisting entirely of drug names or actor names or movie titles sprinkled throughout. Despite it being very easy to read, the reading experience was rather uncomfortable. I think this was the intention to some degree. For me, it was a book that I didn't know what to do with upon completion. There were a lot of subjects that it touched upon and could have been about, but it didn't ever seem to commit to exploring any of them in any depth. It resulted in the impression that it didn't seem to have much to say for itself; but I found that I had a lot of reactions to it, both while I was reading and in the days after finishing it. I would catch myself thinking about the MC in ways that I didn't really expect of myself. The attitude of the MC toward her life, toward the people around her, with the context of her wealth and privilege, seemed to encourage me toward uncharitable opinion even despite all the traumas she endured. I think it's the flippancy with which she considers and discusses her traumas combined with the way she dismisses Reva's feelings about similar situations. Or maybe I'm just a worse person than I'd like to think. I suppose it did make me feel somewhat excused for my lapses in productivity, so there is that.

Overall it left me feeling like I didn't get it, but led to some interesting exercises in investigating my own reactions to it. I think I'm likely not sophisticated enough for contemporary litfic.