Status Updates From Life: A User's Manual

Completed. The main narrative that is. No way am I reading the appendices to this waste of time and energy of a book.

At the end, I am left with one question. Just...why?

Hey remember when we used to make lists of stuff and note them down? Or doodle unconnected musings in a journal? Turns out, if you string them all together and impose the facade of a structure, it can be a novel and work as great art. Voila, who knew!

Oh wait that only works if you are literary and pretentious, not for us plebians. Oops. We can only read and appreciate this greatness. Or alternately rue the waste.

This is the kind of book which gets me annoyed with literary fiction. Pointless, pretentious, dull, wannabe, tedious.
Hey look I can describe every minutiae of my room and pretend it means something...oh wait I am not some pretentious elitist with a barrage of adjectives and shallow aesthetics in my literary arsenal...guess I'll keep shut then like the billions on this planet. 🤣