Didn't really enjoy this one tbqh. I always like Atwood's writing style, which was vivid and poetic here, but it was just a bit grating to read about annoying people making themselves unhappy and then whining about it. The characters can be summed up as all contributing to a miserable situation and then thinking they alone are the victim of all this. None of the characters really develop or change, at least, not in a positive way, but not in some catastrophically negative way either. Reading this novel felt like hanging out with that friend who always makes bad decisions then wants to complain about how shitty their life is.