conflicted about this one. i did not enjoy the good first half of the book—I found it to be a slog to read through with a narrator I found deeply annoying and i loathe this particular brand of white femcel thinking. But I think Dorothy grew on me, like fungus. Summers has an incredibly captivating control of language and imagery, and Dorothy charmed me when she wasn’t full of her own shit around the end, when her humanity and love slipped out from under this performance she put on for her audience. It’s a book that grows on you. A book I wanted to hate for being pretentious and other reviews being like “omg she’s a girlboss. win for feminism.” when I found that those things barely scratch the surface of the complexity of this story and Dorothy’s character. I dunno. I’m glad I stuck through to the end.