Don’t become like everyone else around you. Don’t become what you already are. Just grow up quickly so that you can immerse yourself in the transcendental form of romanticising and celebrating youth as “the best time of your life”. Sophie Passmann lashes out at everyone, but most devastatingly at herself and her peers. This is not a memoir, not a novel, not a biography. It is literary self-hatred. You find that presumptuous? That’s exactly what it is, and that’s exactly what Sophie Passmann wants: to presume to do what she wants to do. Simply and utterly a goosebump moment.