I almost didn’t finish this and admittedly sped-read through the last quarter. All the ingredients of a good story were there, but it just turned preachy and felt hastily written. To be clear, I support the medical and recreational use of cannabis, and even I got sick of the constant lectures on “the power of this plant.” The two main male characters that Betty forms relationships with speak to her like super aggressive therapists and then randomly in language coded to weird stereotypes about… Health food sellers? Hippies? Stoners? Their motivation to hound this woman’s boundaries so intensely is baffling. Her friends are awful stereotypes wrapped in nice bows. There was supposed to be some mystical part of this, but it fell flat to me. I don’t know. Bleh.