This wasn’t quite the book I was expecting, but I think that’s down to two (related) things: my understanding of ‘growing up/living online’, and the 5-year age difference between me and Oenone. When you’re a kid, a few years mean your worlds are completely different, and for our generation this is especially clear in our online experiences. I was anticipating stories of Livejournal confessionals, forum wars, MySpace top 8s, teaching ourselves HTML, the vibe shift at school as we all became ‘more online’… but the stories told herein were still interesting and engaging, maybe moreso because they differed in landscape from mine.
Oenone (and it does feel right to call her by her first name - I think she wants that) writes well, and you suspect she very much is as she comes across: smart, curious, enthusiastic, personable. I found her efforts to not just be self-aware, but really pull herself up on and examine her privileges and previous misconceptions, very impressive - for herself, but also for her audience. Holding yourself to account without ending up either self-flagellating or self-pitying can be really difficult, especially if you must do so publicly.
I think this is a great book for young women to be picking up, and am interested to see where its author goes from here. Keep at it, Oenone!