Don't hate me... but this is by far my least favorite Emily Henry. I was SO excited for this one, so this is heartbreaking. The writing was immaculate, but

I couldn't get past how everything always came back to essentially just these huge miscommunications because people couldn't be bothered to share their feelings with their friends. I've been there, so while I tried to understand, I also just couldn't wrap my head around why they were hiding some of the biggest things in their lives from the people they claim to love the most. Because of how nuanced Henry's books have been before, I kept waiting for something bigger or more intense to take place, but it never did. Just some miscommunication.

I did appreciate how she handled conversations around mental health, though! So while it might not have been my favorite plot-wise, I still absolutely stan the way that she words things.