When I was younger, I used to keep meticulous lists of the books I read, but then I fell out of that habit for a few years. Those “lost years” still haunt me. How many great books did I read that I may have forgotten about?! Now, in addition to just recording what I read, I try to reflect on each book, and what it meant to me.
Ani FaNelli is the epitome of young, modern women. And that’s not a good thing. Image-obsessed, cruel, and deceptive, Ani isn’t crazy so much as extraordinarily damaged from two traumatic high school events that are expertly revealed, piece by piece, in this masterful debut. I loved the anger in this political, well-observed novel, made more powerful by the reveal that Knoll’s own sexual assault contributed to its creation. Contemporary and timely: believe the hype.
Crazy like: Carrie Bradshaw with a cleaver.
Best crazy moment: Ani’s choice of porn. (Ouch.)