I wholeheartedly agree with some other reviews I've read of this where they mention how 'Yellowface' could have been more of an incisive critique of the publishing industry, instead of a book that mainly calls out cancel culture and Twitter mobs. But damn if it wasn't still good as hell!!

If I was half as delusional and self-absorbed as June Hayward, I would maybe finally be able to make something of myself. Unfortunately for me, I've elected to be a good fucking person instead.