I was really looking forward to this one, as I thought I could identify with the protagonist the most of all Rowell's characters: a married mom of two small kids. Alas, I'm no Georgie (well, I do tend toward the social anxiety that comes off as suuuuper chatty - I've got that trait down) and I really couldn't relate to her marriage. The way Rowell emotes, though, always gets me. She EXCELS at writing romantic language without being cloying. I just got a little exhausted being inside Georgie's head for the whole novel and felt like it could have been whittled down to a short story.