This book is word salad. She is trying so hard to sound deep, but half the time, she isn't saying anything. For example, she writes that "right angles" are "athletic," and athleticism is "suggestive." Totally meaningless. She just throws random words together: "lowercase history," "life's second ply," "adjunct mother," "plush pebble," etc.

She also rapidly shifts from topic to topic, making her writing even more difficult to follow. Her first "essay" begins with her talking about an emoji, and 38 pages later, she's talking about living in NYC. If I wrote anything like this when I was a student, my professor would've told me I had no thesis statement and that I lacked direction. So how this book got published is beyond me.