Beautiful World, Where Are You

I wanted Sally Rooney to evolve her style and her stories, but this was not it. Her characters are usually pretty annoying in a fun way, but I never wished to read their chapter-long email converstations full with hipster anxieties about the world. I also didn't need Rooney to insert herself in the novel to tell us how much she hated the whole attention her success has brought her. In between those two things there was a rather typical story about insecure young adults talking about their insecurities while having a lof of sex.