This book was nothing like what I was expecting. With a title like Love In The Big City, I foolishly thought this would be a lighthearted piece about the trials and tribulations of finding your person. Instead, this novel felt like it zeroed in on the spaces in between love. The spaces the author exists in. I felt a deep connection to that idea. A lot of the inner monologue examined the other emotions that swirl around love - anger, jealousy, and profound sadness. It was very relatable and personable. 

The only reason I’m not marking it higher is because this isn’t something I would normally go for and it didn’t wow me, but maybe that’s because it felt so honest and true that there was no wow factor. This story is a relatable one for, I think, many millennials or young adults seeking something we’ve been taught we must seek, and instead finding disaffection.