“The problem with living in the now, is it means, by definition, you’re not making plans for the future.” I cry at the end of most books, but I didn’t with this one, even though I feel like I should have. Maybe I was *too* engrossed in the story or maybe the feeling of overwhelming contentment and overwhelming sadness canceled each other out?? idk? But I loved this book and I feel like I learned a lot about myself and the world and dreams reading it, as cliché as it sounds. The second person narrative made it unique and that much more personal, even though Gabe and Lucy’s story is one of the most intimate stories I think I’ve read. I love books that make me team one guy then team the other guy and I go back and forth until the very last page of the book, which Santopolo made me feel. I also want more from/about Lucy- maybe a book from the perspective of her son would be nice.