I really wanted to love this book. I’ve picked it up and set it down at least a dozen times since July, but I simply think, at this point, that it is not for me.
The writing was not working for me. It was a but stilted, and it felt like it was sorely lacking in the editing department—I went and bought the finished ebook copy after release, hoping that might solve some of my problems, and while it was maybe a little better, it still didn’t get where I needed it to be for my preferences. 
I really enjoyed Eyre as a character, and I loved the discussions she had about her chronic illnesses. I teared up during the discussion of her endo and infertility. There was a lot of real, raw, heart to the portrayal, from the way Eyre explained it to Darcy, to her internal monologue, to the portrayal of her symptoms. That was by far my favorite aspect of the book.
I also really enjoyed the descriptions of the scenery. They were beautiful and visceral and it felt like I was there, in the Irish countryside. I did feel like some of the irishness came off a bit heavy handed, in a way that felt very much like being stuck in tourist central, which worked in the scenes where they were in tourist shops and such, but when it’s just Darby and Eyre by themselves or hanging out in the local joints, it still felt more like the kind of irishness catered to American tourists as opposed to genuine life-as-a-person-in-Ireland on occasion. 
There was a lot to the story that just felt a bit heavy-handed to me, from the themes to the dialogue. It was all so direct, more telling than showing. It made the narrative feel stilted.
I do think that this was one of the books that just didn’t work for me. I didn’t mesh well with the writing. However, I know others who absolutely love this book, so I think it’s worth giving a shot if it piques your interest.