Thank you NetGalley for this ARC!
I was genuinely excited for "Memoir of an Innocent Brat." I’m a huge fan of Charli XCX’s BRAT, the chaotic brilliance, the memes, the aesthetic, the whole "BRAT Summer" vibe. So when I got an ARC of a fictional queer mystery somehow inspired by the album? I was intrigued.
The premise is definitely out there: Pete Chan hears "BRAT,” and decides to blow up his life. He quits his “high-powered” job (though he was a Comms Coordinator at a startup?), leaves his cheating boyfriend, and reinvents himself as a barista. Then, after tossing an iced latte at a Male Karen, he goes viral as the “BRATista.” Cue online fame, troll drama, a road trip, surprise romance, and eventually… a murder accusation. It’s marketed as a darkly hilarious, pop-culture-soaked mystery, and I really wanted to love that.
But unfortunately, this just didn’t work for me.
First off, the logistics made no sense. I understand wanting to live freely and dramatically at 24/25, but quitting your job with no plan because of a pop album? That needed a lot more grounding to be believable. The supposed “high-powered” role felt exaggerated, and the choices Pete made didn’t feel rooted in anything other than chaos for chaos’s sake.
Then there’s the tone. The infamous coffee shop scene was painfully cringe. The overuse of Gen Z slang, hashtags, and rapid-fire social media references made it feel like a parody, and not in a smart, self-aware way. It read more like someone trying too hard to go viral on the page, and the result was juvenile and awkward instead of clever or satirical.
As for the mystery element - it was there, technically, but it felt rushed and wildly implausible. The pacing picked up dramatically in the final act, but not in a satisfying way. It just felt like the story took a hard left into a completely different genre without the setup to support it. The twists weren’t earned, and the resolution didn’t feel believable in any shape or form.
Overall, this was a quick read, but one I wouldn’t recommend. The writing was choppy and immature, the tone was inconsistent, and the characters didn’t feel fully realized. It had potential to be a clever, pop-culture-laced satire, but instead it felt more like a Twitter thread turned into a novel: loud, messy, and not quite sure what it wanted to be.