The Y2K hysteria has yet to become a point of nostalgia for me. It feels antiquated without the jerking essences of "aww, haha, remember when..." Unfortunately, Smart Girls Like Me uses the turn of the millenium as the crux of Betsy's paranoia, preparedness, and pessimism.
That's the one drawback.
The novel, in any other light, is phenomenal. The writing is smart and realistic. Diane Vadino must be a been-there-done-that kind of chick in the relationship department because the way she animates Betsy is dead on. The over-analysis, the wishful thinking, the knowing everything is wrong and forcing it to be right, the counting down the days until making the phone call because he said "we'll talk after three weeks," and spending a New Year's Eve alone is exactly what women do no matter how crazy our otherwise rational minds know it is.
This kind of realism makes us laugh at ourselves and gives us solace in knowing that we are not alone in this mayhem of the difference between boys and girls.