Walk On is a book in four acts, each with a bifurcated narration: the female protagonist and the male “pebble by the wayside” who is chasing her around, attempting to ask her out on a date. She’s sort of Goku-level blithely delightful, initiating her bipedal robot dance in moments of joy, collecting various trinkets on her adventures, stepping into main character roles constantly while uttering increasingly uwu portmanteaus like “funteresting”.

It was a bit of a challenge to get past the first act where she is openly groped by an old man–this type of thing is not my type of thing, and Walk On talks about physical objects of a prurient nature more than anything I’ve ever read–but outside the uncomfortably sanguine sexual assault, the book is pretty silly.

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