I really enjoyed this a lot more than I thought I would. And I need to say something: this book was boring. Boring the sense that this book is such a in the day of a life of ordinary people being human and flawed and scared and stressed and in love and mean and angry and depressed and obsessed and bored with everything.

Sally Rooney is able to poetically write with an insight into a nostalgic feeling of the aestheticism about life and the human condition, our experiences that seem so trivial and yet complex and profound and intense and rough and scary and thought provoking in all its menialness. 

Finding aesthetically pleasing visuals in a spilled glass of water and ice melting on a tiled floor, the smell of rain or grass freshly cut, someone brushing their teeth, or brushing their hair in the mirror. Off kilter photographs and video snippets of memories that give fond vibes you wish you can experience again firsthand. These are the types of things Sally Rooney manages to capture and thus she captivates an aesthetic response in the reader, a never ending kaleidoscope of appreciation for life and love and feeling human.

I found the characters both likeable and unlikeable in their respective ways. Alice had a rough personality, Eileen was emotionally exhausted. I really enjoyed the ending, because it felt like they finally got their lives together by finding their life partners, and finding themselves, they had to go through all the intense and difficult, deep mess that is life in able to find who they’d like the be. They found themselves in their relationships but also found themselves as individuals.