When we first meet Just Watch Me's protagonist Dell, she's a recent college dropout living in a utility closet-turned-studio apartment in New York City. She doesn't even have a bathroom; her neighbor, Lee, gave her a key to their apartment just so she can shower.
Things are, generally, not going well for Dell. Rent's due in a week and she's not going to make it, on account of just being fired from her job at a smoothie shop in Grant Central Station - the owner won't give her her last paycheck. Her only source of income is unreliable - she sells plants she grows from stolen cuttings on Facebook Marketplace. Oh, and her sister's in a coma. Things aren't exactly easy for her, but she's a fighter.
Until one day, on impulse, she decides to make an account on a website called LiveCast and stream for 24 hours straight, in order to raise money for a good cause because, you see, she has one week to make $14,000 - or her sister will be pulled off of life support.
What follows is as intense as a Carolina Reaper.
If you'd told me when I started this book that it would make me cry, I would not have believed you, but over the course of 270-ish pages - that fateful week - I grew to like Dell, even though she's an asshole. I was rooting for her. She's 20 years old, her life is kind of in shambles, and instead of raising a white flag and moving home to New Jersey, she's determined to make it work herself, by any means necessary.
This is a book that tosses curveballs after curveball at its readers, each one more interesting and more stressful than the last. I thought I knew what to expect - I did in fact guess where it was going about halfway through - but it still managed to pleasantly surprise me. Comparing this to Fleabag and Big Swiss was a smart marketing play. Loosely likable leads who struggle to find their place in a world that seems to constantly reject them. Phenomenal, phenomenal book.