I might strive to be cozycore in real life, but I don't think that's the fiction genre for me.

A Psalm for the Wild-Built follows a tea-monk (essentially a traveling tea-bartender who will be your therapist while serving you the tea you want) in a post-industrial eco-utopia where humans don't use robots and live in harmony with nature. This tea monk meets a robot, and this is noteworthy because contact between humans and robots has been severed for generation. The robot seeks to understand the human, and humans as a whole, and find out what they need.

And... that's about it. This novella is very slow paced and had a lot of exposition. I'm not one to enjoy extensive worldbuilding (a big reason why I don't read high fantasy) so this didn't grip me in the least. I usually love stories of humanoid creatures discovering the weird quirks of humans, but that barely featured here and largely not in a way I haven't seen before. I finished the book and thought ".... that's it?". And yes, dear reader, that was it.

While this is not a book for me, I do recommend this if you think it will soothe your heart. Specifically, if you want the book version of the sentiment "humans were meant to lie in the sun and eat fruit and are part of the earth", this is the book for you. That said, as some of the other lower-end goodreads reviews point out, this perspective is not presented with much nuance so...