Reading Sally Rooney feels like scrolling through a very detailed social media feed of someone I went to highschool with ten years ago. It feels uncomfortable, weirdly voyeuristic, annoyingly fascinating, and ultimately I don't feel great about myself after I do it. But I still find myself doing it.

This is essentially just a book about four characters in their late 20s "figuring it out", ft the pandemic at the very end. Mixed feelings all around. I recommend this if you feel like being annoyed with people while also eavesdropping on their private conversations.