I received an eARC of this book from NetGalley and the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

As a millennial woman and lover of Schitt's Creek--the show for which Monica Heisey wrote--I felt like I should love protagonist Maggie, but I couldn't stand her most of the time. There are plenty of laugh-out-loud one-liners in here, and the reflections on heartbreak are oddly poignant, but there's also plenty of wallowing and self-destruction. Some self-pity is human, but without any reflection, follow-through, or focus on other events the book ends up feeling like a whiny slog of diary entries and Google searches. By the last quarter of the book--during which there is *spoiler alert* some positive character development--Maggie began to feel like this generation's Carrie Bradshaw to me: a narcissistic train wreck with a decent writing style.