The hype for this book has been so pervasive that I knew I would eventually end up reading it. Going into it, I had no idea what to expect but after finishing this novel I am left with next to nothing. The short length of the novel paired with the complete lack of plot left me feeling unsatisfied (which I must assume is the point). The main character is deeply flawed which seems to be the entire driving force of this book but when looking at it as "Reva's" story, this book becomes a lot more interesting for me. Reva is a quintessential product of her time. Her views on money, fashion, beauty, friendship are all seen by the main character as completely vapid. She is fully living, making her way through the motions of a "meaningful life". The main character (who is unnamed throughout the novel and remains a cryptic figure in its entirety) seems to keep Reva around because of her familiarity, stupidity and overall meaninglessness. Reva's lack of self worth keeps her stuck in this friendship that is giving her absolutely nothing in return. By no means is Reva a perfect person and the novel does not attempt to paint her in such a way. She is however the complete opposite of our protagonist. She cares so deeply about what others think that she allows for her whole life to be guided by actions to fit in. Our protagonist on the other hand is so checked out of society that she seems uncaring whether she lives or dies. This juxtaposition of character (explored through both of their journeys of grief and attempt to find meaning life) is what brings some meaning to this otherwise lacking novel. It reminded me deeply of The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath and The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger (both novels I think are overhyped). The ending felt a bit forced and overall done for shock value rather than true commentary, which is ironic due to the way this book treats the art scene.