I wanted to like this more than I did. As a queer, nonbinary mother, I have an intense craving for books that explore queerness/gender/motherhood/desire the way that this one did. And there were some beautiful moments. But mostly I struggled to get invested in the plot due to the meandering pacing and writing style that felt occasionally overwrought. I tried to read this on my e-reader, and I don't think that was the best experience. I think it would have been much easier to push through if I'd had the physical copy in front of me (and it's very possible it would have grown on me by the end), but when I'm reading on my e-reader, losing interest is fatal to any of my best intentions to finish a book.

That being said, I love reading about queer characters being as messy and loveable and unlikable and dramatic and wounded and held as cis/het characters, so will I return to this one day? Possibly. If you're looking for something similar, Weekend by Eaton Hamilton is a good comparison read. I don't necessarily think it was overwhelmingly better, but while similarly messy and dramatic, overall it was more succinct, which worked better for me.