Mixed-race closeted lesbian from a wealthy Canadian family goes to university in London, fucks around with a lot of girls, and gets in a lot of trouble. It's written in a distant litficy style that doesn't always work for me, as it sometimes just tells you things that I'd like better described in detail. However, for this character, it felt really natural as she's flat out not engaging with her emotions or indeed reality, and starting fist fights instead. (Though I was less fond of the writing quirk where she clearly had a Wikipedia page open showing what the headlines, songs and sports events were notable in 2008/2009, which was meant, I think, to give a sense of time and place, and ended up feeling obtrusive.)

The main character has no idea who she is, other than "not what my family wants," zero ability to navigate outside the bubble where her family's wealth protects her, and zero context with which to understand any kind of intersectionality. Is there a lesbian version of fuck boy? I didn't exactly like her, or even empathise with her a lot of the time, but the novel did a great job of laying out her struggles and how she got as tangled up as she did. I also liked that it edged near, but never hit the thing where falling in love with the right girl solved everything. She kept almost getting somewhere, then tripping over her own feet.

I was interested to see how she was going to sort all that out, but the book basically just ends. Which I guess goes with the type of story being told, but I'd have liked more resolution.