I really enjoyed this story and as I sit here writing this after completing its giving me one of those book hangovers— I want more and I want details, but definitely the beauty comes from not having that. 

I saw another review highlighting that for such a weird premise you don’t get weird enough, but I think that’s what I really love. Bob the Blob gives us a surreal and unexplained aspect of the story, but the universe is just the real world. The author, the main character Vi, they walk us through so many raw, real human experiences is incredibly relatable prose: depression, rejection, self doubt, self hate, obsession, poisonous nostalgia, sub-zero self esteem, trying to fight back against all of that with family/acquaintances/life trying with mixed success. But those relatable experiences get externalized thanks to the surreal presence of Bob the Blob. 

The sense of identity, particular racial identity and those pressures and expectations, get touched upon as well by circumstance of Vi being half Taiwanese and most of her surroundings being white washed— and i wish I could have heard more deeply about that especially per the interesting contrast of Bob becoming white. 

I raced through this book as it was very readable and kept me eager to pick it up each time. Hoping to see more from this author in the future!