Ugh this book.
I picked up for a $1 at the SF Library Big Book Sale based on the cover and the summary on the back. They were wrong and I want my dollar back.
I kept reading thinking it had to get better, but alas no. Cat Wellsely is a crazy person, who loves horoscopes, tarot cards and obsessively fantasizing about unavailable men, while blaming the Universe for her life. The fact that she keeps failing up does not endear you to her at all either. And as the book goes on, her suicidal ideation doesn’t really help either.
Happy to give this one back to the book sale and forget it ever happened.