This book hit a perfect sweet spot of summer escapism during a pandemic. It's the book I've enjoyed reading the most since March, and not because it was great (it has major flaws), but because it easily drew me into its goofy world and kept me there with all of its sequins, corny dialogue, and teen-girl-survivalists.

Libba Bray's narration is often cloying, and she "does" voices for Black women, which should 100% never happen ever. But she is clearly having a great time, so I just sat back, accepted that it's not really a good book and she's not a good narrator, and I enjoyed the story.