Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for sending me an advanced copy of this title in exchange for an honest review.

Full review to come, but the gist of this review is that this book is almost unreadable. It's repetitive stream of consciousness in the worst way. From about 30% on, I just kept wishing the book would end already. Literally took me over a month to read this book because I just didn't care at all.

Updates from my initial thoughts:
Kathy/Marina has an insane "not like other girls" complex. I was *so* frustrated reading this book because it was all about Kathy talking about how she doesn't wear much makeup. And she won't sleep around. And she's just so naturally thin. And she gets all this male attention even though she's sooooo plain and only wears jeans and flannels. I wanted to SCREAM with how annoying I found Kathy and how she simultaneously thinks nothing and everything of herself.

Besides the inanity of our MC, we also have to deal with the repetitive nature of the story as a whole. Like, I'm sorry, but I can only hear about you dating your 7th guy named John for so long. I know that your drink is only one White Russian and that you drink it until your "chin goes numb" when you go dancing. You do not have to tell me 18 times. PLEASE. Please. Get an editor and shorten this memoir significantly.

I hated almost every second of this book and was waiting for it to just finally be over. Then it did finally end.... supremely underwhelmingly. I wouldn't recommend this book to anyone.