★★☆☆☆ | Literary Fiction | Print | Own | StoryGraph | Goodreads
What to make of this confusing, author-indulgent, stream-of-continual-banter-and-bullshit book? Not much.
There are two stories that intersect in the most obscure ways: grief, longing for loved ones, perhaps a connection to the conspiracy beliefs of our modern day unreliable narrator? And what in the hell were we supposed to make of Lily, our bizarre and self-absorbed ghost?
It seems to be this author just let a bunch of crap flow out of her sub-conscious — so many dumb current events that will not age well — and crafted a loose story around it to call it a book?.
What does the too long, forgettable title even mean?
Clearly this is not a book for me.