I found this book to be pretentious crap and difficult to relate to, which led me to skip through it as fast as possible.

The characters were incredibly annoying and unrelatable, with shallow thoughts that attempted to appear deep. The condescending writing style was unbearable, especially when the main character constantly thrashed her only best friend throughout the entire book.

Also, I have questions for the author. Poo? Seriously?

This book was meant to address grief and depression, and how to overcome them. However, I did not see any healing take place. Instead, I followed the actions of a spoiled and disgusting human being. I do not believe that the behaviors depicted in this book could be helpful for someone experiencing depression.

At first, I assumed that I simply did not enjoy books that were too realistic and grounded in reality. However, when I picked up Kuang's "Yellowface", I was able to appreciate the story while still being captivated by the expert craft of the writing, although such a premise usually is not to my liking. In contrast, this book was poorly written and incredibly dull. And it just did nothing.