This started out really strong. I enjoyed reading about Sasha and her kleptomania. Here's a flawed, unlikable character! I wanted to see how she would get past her demons. Then the next chapter came from Bennie's point of view and I admittedly was less interested. Bennie and his story was fine, but I was mostly waiting to get back to Sasha's point of view.

Then the third chapter came, and I began to realize what was going on - that every chapter was about a different character somehow connected to one of our previous characters. I found it a really interesting concept (though it admittedly didn't draw me in as much as the first chapter). I still enjoyed it. Though maybe I would have enjoyed it more if I had known going in that it was more of a short story collection than a novel... Some chapters were better than others, but it was an interesting concept.

Then we get to the powerpoint section - a little weird, and a bit too "look at how creative I can be," but I'll go with it.

But we get to the last chapter, and she completely lost me. Maybe it's just because we're actually in 2020 now, but her vision of the future threw me so far out of the story. It was just WAY too "younger generations totally suck, right?" It's the 2020s, so everyone must be addicted to their smart phones and chat speak must be the new national language, right? "Music today - isn't it terrible??" I probably would have bumped it up a start if not for this last chapter.

There was some interesting stuff here. It was cool to see a scene, and then later (or earlier) revisit the same scene through a hazy memory of another character. What they forgot, what they remembered, what details they got wrong (or never knew the truth about). So the book wasn't bad. But I don't understand how this won a pulitzer.