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Average rating3.8
DNF at page 183. I dunno ya'll! Almost every person I know has l-o-v-e LOVED this book, and I can't get into it. I've loved other Emily Henry books, but this is not working for me on basically any level. It's making me ... un-happy, har har. I keep looking over at it and then deciding to play on my phone instead.
I don't like Harriet. I don't like Wyn. Neither of them seems to have a personality other than “horny for each other.” The side characters are better drawn, but there's so much miscommunication happening, and I'm like, YA'LL. You're in your 30s. You should grow up and sit down and have several conversations. I don't believe these people are besties. I don't believe these people even really like each other beyond nostalgia.
I bought a different romance at my indie bookstore yesterday and was immediately more invested in reading that than this.
I'll continue to pick up Henry's books, but I almost universally hate books where miscommunication is a major device. I probably shouldn't have bothered with this one at all.