Recommend: No.
This was a review I didn’t want to write. When something has angered you so deeply, it’s physically hard to recall it. You know that your blood will overheat, your fists will clench, and your eyes will narrow, unable to see anything else.
I fucking hated Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow.
I hate what this type of book represents. It suggests that people with a niche hobby are freaks. It puts its ‘sperg’ main characters at a deliberate remove from the reader. Woah, this girl codes. How sweet that she also wants friendship and love. We’re not so different from the spergs after all! Except, man, she talks about video games a lot, a bit of a weirdo. I am so glad I spend my time on TikTok, curling my hair and buying $15,000 handbags, it makes my working life so much easier! Yeah, he’s cute but I think he’s married to Kim, hehe.
I hate that it markets itself as cool. It thinks it has credibility. But I promise you any sperg would think this is a commercialised piece of shit marketed towards middle class women in their forties. It is cultural appropriation of spergs. This is a book written by a normie to be bought by the mass market of normies, starring spergs as the gimmick. It’s The Rosie Project all over again. Oh, I’ve bought five copies to give away as Christmas gifts, I just can’t recommend it enough. It’s one of those books everyone will love. Bullshit. This is the biggest pile of shit you could ever put on a bookshelf. Uck, I can smell it festering on my aunt’s shelf from here.
People who like this book just cannot like books. It’s an oxymoron. It’s a lie.
They like buying things that are popular. They drink out of a Stanley cup and listen to true crime podcasts. They prefer season two of Severance and every film recommendation they give turns out to be a biopic. They keep their LinkedIn updated.
They are the people who you are sat next to at a work event. Bored, waiting between courses, the conversation lulls. You know you shouldn’t – they just declared Challengers their favourite film of the year – but you do anyway: “What have you read recently?”
You have to force every escalating fight/flight response nerve in your body to calm. You can’t kick them in the shins. You are a professional. You must make that smile placid, less acidic. You have another hour next to this person. Desperately try and turn the conversation to their kids; maybe a ski trip to Europe they have planned for the Winter; or if they are younger, a ski trip to Europe they have planned for the Winter. Maybe you can just leave now… There’s a speaker talking up the front but no one would really care…
I didn’t finish Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow. It clearly wasn’t good for my mental health.
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