What a strange trip of a book. I loved the way it was written from the point of view of the protagonist's inner life, with very few glimpses of who she is to other people, though she is...famous. There's not much tangible about her fame, but you know she's obsessed with herself and you're entrenched in her brain...she allows you no other view. This novel feels very...of the last decade? It's like a weird time capsule; it reminds me of 2007 and Cory Kennedy and party photographers BUT you only get whiffs of that in the distance; the protagonist keeps you close to her world of vapid self-involvement. Strangely, I didn't dislike her.