No One Is Talking about This

Shout out to the house down the street that put a Santa hat, fairy lights, and LED eyes on their Home Depot skeleton, so that when I walked through the snow down the street listening to the final pages, tears streaming down my face because the loss in the context of hyperconnectedness they depict feels so real, is so resonant with loss I've left, I could wave at a viral eight foot skeleton guy and I know I wasn't quite alone.

I'm very curious how someone who isn't extremely online would read this novel, but for me it was probably the most honest articulation of the experience of living with online? But also living with the weirdness and grief and absurdity and poetry of These Times, more generally. I want more books like this.