A review by dembury
Y/N by Esther Yi

2.0

I think that, at the core of this book, there was an interesting idea that had the potential to make a fascinating exploration of fan culture and identity and obsession. But the prose here is so absolutely bogged down with its own convolutedness that making heads or tails of the actual plot is next to impossible. There were a couple moments where I thought, “Oh, that’s a great line/neat idea” but then I have to spend the next 10 pages trying to mentally unwind the knotted tangle of story the author dumped down in front of me. Also, the side characters in this novel are absolutely UNBEARABLE.
Kudos for the core idea and some wild writing, but I thought I was going to give myself an aneurysm reading this.