I really enjoyed this very weird novel that takes us inside a young woman who is unusually concerned with her own interiority. It evolves into a meditation on consumerism, in the usual sense of shopping, but also on the more biological level of what we consume, as in food, and how it affects our bodies. The word the book is set in, with its Krazy Kakes and Wallies, is close to our own but somewhat stranger, and at first these surreal elements of Kleeman's world tickled me. But as the novel continued, I found myself more estranged by this stuff, as our narrator's experience stepped further and further away from what felt recognizable. It was still good, and interesting and funny and well-written. But I was, to be fair, probably less completely engaged in the second and third sections of the book than I was in the first.