Can’t write a coherent review about this right now. I’m currently mad at Rosie Danan for making me give one of her books less than ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

At the sentence level, this book was beautiful. Danan is such a beautiful writer. 

Characters? A hot mess. This was not the Naomi from book one. Don't be like Sara J Maas. Character fidelity matters. Ethan was a flat perfect person without a distinct emotional arc. Chemistry - where? Steam - where? 

Have you ever wanted to watch two characters 'fall in love' via the exchange of douchey speeches about The Meaning Of Life? This book is for you. Read this if you hate reading about any of that domestic and mundane nonsense that allows us to form lasting connections to other human beings.

Plot? Holy confusion, Batman! Why did any of these things happen?

Naomi showing up to her old high school to talk about modern intimacy, saying 'fuck it,' and going off script (a.k.a. literally crying to high schoolers about her breakup) was an absolutely wild scene that didn't need to be there.