This book is the most repetitive, aggravating piece of drivel I’ve ever read. “You should go to arts school” is not a good line, and it shouldn’t be repeated constantly throughout a book. Also, “what’s your name? My name is Lola” being the last sentence of a book named ‘Lola in The Mirror’ is the most ridiculous way to conclude ANYTHING I’ve ever seen or read. Please stop with the fake gratitude as if this was some kind of BOOK. I’ve had enough.