This book reminded me a lot of Convenience Store Woman (overly analytical narrator emotionally disconnected from the world around her). While I loved the former, I struggled to finish this short book. I frequently felt that the narrator was unbelievable, unconvincing as a person who might really exist in the world. For example, her frequent complaint that she gets English expressions wrong despite attending English-speaking schools in America K-PhD. Or that neither she nor her boyfriend referred to their dog as anything but "Dog." I get that it is a spare, minimal, tight style of writing, but it was so effective at showing the narrator as unhinged and detached that I simply couldn't care less about the whole thing.