I struggled so hard with this book. The premise and the reviews were so promising and, a quarter of the way through, I was really enjoying the quirkiness. Kleeman is an excellent writer and I loved the way she put her words together in these beautiful sentences.

And then I lost it. Yes, commercialism is bad and body image is bad and we're all searching for ourselves. It was like being beat over the head repeatedly, like some whack-a-mole. Just when I thought it was safe and a new idea was coming, WHACK!!

The entire middle was this struggle.

I'm glad I slogged through because something finally happened and the end gave me hope. It's a weird and twisted hope but, nevertheless, it's there.