Lets be honest, there's barely any kind of plot going on here, this novel is basically an excuse to get six characters together in a strange isolated situation, talking about little but pop culture. In the introduction, Scarlett herself admits the plot element was basically begrudgingly added at her publisher's behest, and the conclusion barely deserves being recognised as such. Luckily, though, the dialogue flows with the kind of believability, grace and fluidity that Tarantino used to get in his early films, with much less profanity. It's like delving into an episode of Big Brother where the contestants are at least vaguely intelligent and have some kind of character.

All in all, it's just a novel to view characters grow and bond in a strange setting, talking about anything and everything but the situation in which they find themselves. It should feel like a creative writing exercise, but somehow because of the warmth and depth of the protagonists, it transcends that, into a quiet little stage play of a novel about nothing.