I don't want to say anything about the plot of this book. It's an amazing character portrait of a lonely girl and what she spends her time and mind doing. One of those books where if you looked at the character from the outside they would seem weird and make little sense. But inside the character, there's reasons for it all, coping mechanisms. The end was wonderfully ambiguous.
This was so good. Exploring things that can't be held, or quantified. The choice of what to try to hold on to and what you never could hold in the first place. The confusion of everyday life and demands. The mess. The difference in tone between a life lived and a life blogged - one so alone and not understanding, the other so casual and confident. The reasons for obsession. Its a tiny little masterpiece.
