I suffered through 57% and I cannot finish.

This predictable and tepid plot needed a story that was both hilarious and heartfelt. It was neither.

So spare and true and haunting that as soon as I finished I wanted to read it again. It physically hurt not to be able to highlight it since I borrowed it from the library. Just stunning.

A lot more exciting than the first one. I felt like I got through the weeds of world building and now things are chugging along.

This was not even the slightest bit creepy. Slow paced and dull. By the time the action got going it was so late in the book and so convoluted I didn't care anymore.

I gave up at 150 pages, read the ending, and genuinely wished I hadn't wasted my time on a single page. I can't believe there are 431 of them. How can there possibly be 431 pages of these two idiots not admitting they are in love

Spoiler

until they are fifty goddamn years old? So unbelievably dumb.

Lockwood shines such a bright light on our disturbing internet existence that I very nearly filed this under "dystopian" and "magical realism," to boot.

Lockwood's internet presence will always have a special place in my heart for her interactions with her cat, Miette, but this book simultaneously makes the reader want to achieve internet fame, however fleeting, and also never go on social media again.

Also, this book is very fucking sad.

I would have enjoyed this even if it was just a classic detective-and-sidekick mystery, but I loved that Horowitz made himself the narrator. It was strange and fun, and I loved the way he would interject with his concerns about how to turn the events unfolding around him into a book.

Well. That was depressing.

I really don't get why Austen is still so popular. I just can't get into this emotionless comedy of manners nonsense.