Really more like a 3.5 I guess--enjoyable in a way I suspect it was supposed to be, but some of the pacing felt weird to me; the last 100 pages felt kind of rushed, and in some ways that tension between having spent so much time on the first half of the book and this rushed ending made me feel kind of confused about what the point of the book was supposed to be. Is it about Vivian learning it doesn't matter if she sleeps with a bunch of dudes? It certainly doesn't feel that it's actually about

her relationship with Frank

in any real capacity.

I'm like uncomfortable with my discomfort about this book; much of it has to do with like narratives about Rich People going among poorer people, and trying to cultivate empathy for people in that capacity in a time when I'm not very interested in those kinds of narratives. I will say it's very readable for the most part, and it's not an especially bad book, but it's not one I fell in love with, and the weird pacing made me confused about what (if anything) I was supposed to take away from it. Books don't have to have takeaways, and I thought this was going to be a book without them, and was totally comfortable with that, so then I guess it felt sort of shoehorned in at the end. But it was fast, it wasn't hard to read beyond grappling with my own discomfort, and it wasn't a bad book! Just not one I loved.