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It’s a sentiment likely to be echoed by any readers who, like myself, are close to the tech industry, or have been keeping up with the news. I’ve read this book before,” Anna Wiener writes in her new memoir, Uncanny Valley.

I was nineteen in engineering, there were more teenagers than women. That summer, there were at least two engineers younger than me who worked full-time.

Within the beige one-story office in Mountain View, a five-minute walk from the apartment where the company housed interns, there was a rock climbing wall, a foosball table, Sriracha peanuts, catered lunch, a MacBook hanging from the ceiling surveilling for the arrival of said catered lunch, a bench press, a squat rack, a prominent whiskey collection, a kegerator and-of course-a ping pong table. The first Silicon Valley startup I worked at was a stereotype brought to life via ambition and venture capital.