i need this to be made into a full novel, this was simply not enough. i’m convinced sally rooney is truly a genius. she is a master of beige prose: boring in the best way possible, yet entirely entertaining. reading anything by her is like experiencing real life. she strips her writing of fantastical or romanticized elements. her characters are uncomfortably self aware about the most insignificant things. half the time her writing doesn’t even make sense at first. i’ll probably have to read this four or five more times and annotate it to death before i really and truly understand it. still 5 stars. still a new favorite.