While I wouldn’t say I’m extremely online, I’m certainly more online than most people I know. Patricia Lockwood’s novel — which is primarily concerned with self-reflecting on being extremely online, until it isn’t — may come across as utterly obnoxious to anyone who isn’t familiar with the litany of terms, memes, and bluntness that being ‘extremely online’ entails, but I’d like to think that her artful prose and peculiar framing supersedes the need for that sort of knowledge. It’s an array of vignettes that weave in and out of each other, until her sister’s unborn child tips the balance. I loved it but, as you may guess, I have a high tolerance for extremely online behavior, and I don’t mind sad tales about babies, two factors that you should consider before picking it up.