Slow Dance is Rowell’s first adult novel in over a decade, and it has probably been that long since I read one of her books. I enjoyed vibing with her prose again: it has a comforting feel, as do her characters. Although there was something about these two protagonists that I just couldn’t wrap my arms around. The amount of self sabotage was a bit much, it felt repetitive and, indeed… slow. The tone of the story was melancholy and made me feel kind of depressed - not to say that it doesn’t have a happy ending like every romance should, but overall vibes were just kind of a downer.