😮‍💨 Exhausting. I thought I would connect to this as a queer millennial who consumed a lot of the same media as the writer growing up, but this was so hyper-focused on nothing but the author's experience of the world. Very white, cis, lesbian. Queer women were called lesbians whether or not that is how they identify, and gender was only ever spoken about in a fairly binary way (which rubbed me the wrong way as a bi enby). Gutowitz doesn't strictly have to write beyond her perspective but it does alienate some of your potential audience when you choose not to even acknowledge varying identities/perspectives. By the 20% mark I still didn't feel like I had read anything meaningful, mostly just nostalgic ramblings. Which could be fun, but wasn't the stated objective of the book. The real killer though was that it was written in such a grating "this-is-what-internet-millenials-sound-like" way. I think the right audience would love this. I am not that audience.