As my stars demonstrate, I liked this book. But I didn't "*really* like it" nor did I "love it."

I think I have issues with novels in first-person narrative. And this book above all is very "diary" and "let me tell you this story, friend" which was my first note of its exhaustiveness.

There are some truly comedic parts here, that made me laugh out loud. Which is why it was shallowly enjoyable. The dinner scene at the Italian's apartment was, as Sally Jay would say, "a real hoot." However, in between those enjoyable parts, there were definitely moments that lagged. That I couldn't wait to get to the next scene, the next city, the next something!

The story improves by the end, and actually after my last update on page 206, it's pretty fast reading. It's pretty good reading. Dundy has the wit to write about a flighty girl, but I was too often looking for some sort of point. When the shocker comes through near the end, I felt tired already and like, "eh." The structure confused me as it became a literal diary in Part 2 with dated entries - but was written exactly like Parts 1 & 3. Just confusing.

In the end Sally Jay was a somewhat relatable character, and the comedic scenes were all fun, but I felt like there was something missing. The story was too scattered for me to like it more than averagely.