I think this was probably a lot more scandalous when it was first written, but it just seemed really bizarre to me (and not in a good way). The nameless narrator seemed really weird and distant, even though the book is her diary and should be intensely intimate. She uses drugs accidentally on more than one occasion, and I found myself more annoyed with her than anything else. There's even one point where she and a friend of hers are raped while they're high, but she skims over it like she's just mentioning what she had for lunch, and you never hear about the incident again. She seems completely clueless in a way that doesn't ring true, and for most of the book I was, for lack of a better word, bored.