I don’t usually like “modern” books written by women. The stream of consciousness thing doesn’t do it for me, I like paragraphs and punctuation. Fortunately Laing kept enough for this to be readable (im looking at you, milkman) and the stream of consciousness is often very funny. I have also never relates harder to a POV character than to this: “In the restaurant Kathy and her husband had a huge fight. It started because she put four of his prosciutto and fit ciabattas on her plate. Her husband was furious but Kathy’s fury as ever was larger and less ambiguous. ... anyway they sorted it out, after shed banished him alone to the lobby for 45 minutes, while she examined the world by way of her scrying glass, Twitter.”