Was this the worst book I've ever read? It's hard to say for sure. But from the opening pages, I felt a strange tingle of excitement with the growing realization of the awfulness of it. So bad was this book that I perversely could not stop reading it. In the intro, the author makes sweeping generalizations how people her age, her generation feel about this or that. She uses her own feelings as a proxy for everyone her age group. And every gesture someone makes is loaded with greater significance about the meaning of life. The degree to which she stretches to make these observations is so cringe-worthy, I just couldn't put this thing down.

As the author climbs the ladder at Facebook, she goes from professing to being a believer in the Facebook mission, to having grave misgivings, to being a believer, to having grave misgivings. And back, and forth, and back, and forth. Sometimes all within the same page. In the end, she departs Facebook in a fit of boredom and awakening at the shallowness of the whole endeavor and the people who work there. The departure sounds somewhat harsh as related in the book, though oddly, a press release that came with the book describes it as "amicable." Though she did make a decent amount of money along the way. And got to take lots of fancy plane rides to exotic hotels. And go to Coachella. So, at least there was that.