I liked this better than Checkout 19, and it did seem to have more of a “plot” (if you can call it that), and there were some truly banging and hilarious lines (see: I put everything I don’t like in my fridge together in a stir fry so I could throw it away). But I reallyyy lost the plot with this, even (and especially) while I was reading. Which I suppose you could say was the point (stream of consciousness, form without form, wandering thoughts, etc), but it made for an unsatisfying conclusion. When I reached the end I wanted to go back and re-read the whole thing because I felt like I had missed something. Either way, reading Miss Bennett makes me feel very #literary, for better or for worse