Well-written book pacing- and "literature"-wise. But do people think neurodivergent women are really this emotionless? I get the feeling that the narrator is unreliable in that regard (having internalized others description of her). A mirror of Camus' The Stranger in many ways (and parallels it throughout). In both books the non-conformity, the "your rules don't make sense and I hate them but at least let me know what they are" resonates but there's a lack of care for others that's frightening. I had issues with the My atypical girl comics but that had a more yearning, conflicted feel that felt more nuanced. I feel like the ending here redeemed the book. It's what's not there that makes what there what it is. Three stars.