A quick read, but it's a 2.5 for me. I think reading this immediately after finishing the new Percival Everett didn't do this book any favors. The satire in the main conceit is effective, but it gets diluted by being flung in too many directions. Some of it feels as though the author had some personal scores to settle. The narrator's episodic self-awareness also makes it hard to full-on hate her. Or maybe I'm a Karen in the making, I don't know.