I was expecting a rom com but got a darker, more Sally Rooney-esque novel. The sentence structure was incredibly choppy and fragmented, which made it a little difficult to read/get into. This book was MESS-Y if you know what I mean haha. Messy characters, messy plot. But purposefully so. Similar to Rooney’s novels, the characters reek of white privilege, but at least they’re kind of self aware about it. Ultimately it’s a story about how humans are desperate to be loved and how we often take what we have for granted. Had a kind of wild ending that reminded me of the movie Crazy, Stupid, Love, but with a twist. 

If you took all the redeeming characters out of Knives Out and just wrote about the Thrombeys, you’d get this book. 

I’ll also never understand not using contractions in fiction. It always makes the writing feel stilted to me.