“Only what is that thing? Why am I made the way I am? Why doI care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see so clearly that everything I love or care about is an illusion, and yet—for me, anyway—all that’s worth living for lies in the charm?
A great sorrow, and one that I am o my beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people that we are.”

Boris. Borisborisborisboris. I love that man. He’s the entire reason I actually finished the book if now for him this would be rated three stars.
Also I’m actually desperate at this rate for Donna to actually write a queer novel. Like we get one kiss, then it’s just like…POOF. Gone. And then I can’t focus on the real love interest when Boris and Theo have so much more chemistry than Theo and Kitsy or hell even Pippa.
Theo was obsessed with Pippa—thankfully not this the Richard way, but still obsessed, glad they didn’t end up together.
I loved the plot of this book so so much, and dumbass Theo didn’t know what was going on half of the time. I find it hilarious.
Shame Theo and Boris didn’t have some type of feeing confession though, that would’ve had me squealing like a fucking baby pig.