It's not me, it's you and all your exes.

I'm not the right audience for this book but I thought I was. The title and opening had me so excited and led me to thinking this was one kind of book when it's actually another. And what it is is not something I really care for.

80% of this book focuses on Lola, our narrator, interacting with an ex and rehashing their relationship. And each relationship was, to me, painfully mundane. They bled into each other and lacked substance. The narration was also focused on being witty and emotionally detached and making witty comments about the emotional detachment which was...not my scene. I don't find lukewarm apathy towards people in my life very relatable, which is largely why this book drove me up the wall. The other 20% focuses on some cult stuff that's really more of a loosely sci-fi esque wellness center and is otherwise remarkably bland. I couldn't help but picture a Scientology spa.

That said, I will recommend it for a specific audience. If you think it would be cathartic to go through a roster of mediocre Tinder dates from the perspective of a mid-30 year old New Yorker, then this is the book for you. But, to me, reading this felt like being cornered at a party by someone I didn't want to talk to.

More thoughts here: https://youtu.be/-s8LI8RxP7c