Y/N

Y/N is a book that begs one fundamental question: not so much “why?” but “how???” How was such a monstrosity even... forget published. I want to know how it was written, because - and this is just my impression, I'm probably wrong about this - it seems really difficult to string together such a cacophony of wildly meaningless things and excessively obsolete words.

Reading it feels like putting your head through a garlic press, while listening to a zombie version of your own teenage self ramble about how your love interest “doesn't love me, they just love the idea of me”.

Maybe it's enjoyable on drugs?