All I can say about this is I'm glad it's over. The first few pages were good, and then my heart sank when it became clear that it's one of 'those' books where it's all snark and no trousers, so to speak. The story suffers at the expense of showy prose that makes us neither care, or have any kind of feeling for the characters except for rage. Emily became so annoying that by the end I was hoping she'd get run over by a Tesco van (she doesn't). The dialogue may be clever, but it's utterly ridiculous and no one actually has a conversation, they just volley random sentences at each other, presumably because the author thinks it sounds clever. It doesn't - it's just annoying. I read a book because I want a story, an escape, not just a series of observations that aren't as clever as the author thought. I can forgive novels almost anything, except being pretentious.