Stark, honest, introspective, deeply philosophical and literary, entwining the most heartwarming and heartbreaking parts of being human, yet maintaining a realistic foot in a’ life goes on’ sort of melancholic hopefulness. A coming together of two nearby generations of sceptics and lovers, hellbent on loving and being loved in the face of fuss-ups and frequent failures.

We don’t judge a book by its cover, though the cover art should give us a clue as to the content, and while the cover of this novel in one way says it all, it leaves so much open to interpretation—as with all worthwhile art—and everything you think might be implied by this morbidly nihilistic contrary YOLO sort of cover art is explored—and so much more… 

An unexpected surprise, my fave anti-romance novel of the year. Deserves all the accolades.