I wanted to like this book, I really did. But I couldn’t. It’s stylish, the prose is really good, but there’s little substance underneath. There are a few good nuggets in here—for instance, the author has good comments on sincerity and inconsistency in one of the final chapters—but it isn’t enough to save the text.

That said, it’s very instagrammable. I’m sure the bookstagram/booktok crowd loves it. It has the same energy as Rupi Kaur, if I’m going to be totally honest, but I liked her work more.