A romance story, some clever writing, slightly predictable, not entirely my bag.
I think, because I only started reading in the last decade, that I've not read a "proper" romance novel before.
I can't say that I'm won over by the genre through, but that's my failing and not the book's.
The story does a decent job of not following usual tropes and traps of stereotype literature, and somehow this is the third fiction book this year I've read that's based in the publishing world (unrelated tidbit).
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look up at the stars. She snaps, You know I can't look up right now! I just got Botox!
"We're going to have so much fun, Sissy! And you're going to fall in love with a lumberjack." "If there's one thing that makes me horny," I say, "it's deforestation." "An ethical, sustainable, organic, gluten-free lumberjack," Libby amends.
Maybe this is how parents feel when their kids grow up, like some piece of them has become fundamentally unknowable.
Because nothing—not the beautiful and not the terrible—lasts.
Compromises that say, there will be a you-shaped space in my heart, and if your shape changes, I will adapt.