"I'm done with kissing that melts your bones followed by ten days of silence followed by a fucking pat on the arm at the T Stop." Whooo boy! King got inside my head with this one; with all of her depictions of dating boys in various states of arrested development. She also captured what it's like to *need* to write, and why putting up with the lows of no-thanks serving jobs are worth escaping the drudgery of rigid cubicle jobs. I was surprised how much I loved this book.