It's not easy being me.

Cookies are my favorite food, and yet I am extremely picky about them. I'm a Phoebe Bridgers fan. I am the dreaded rarity that is a blonde adult.

And I hate writing positive reviews.

In some ways, I make this easier for myself, due to the fact that I am so critical, hateful, and generally unpleasant that it happens as infrequently as possible.

But this is a double-edged sword, because I also have no reason to ever attempt to hone or even improve this skill.

Here we find ourselves. I have to write at length (because if I'm one thing besides difficult, it's verbose) about a perfect book.

This is a nightmare situation for me.

And even worse: THIS BOOK MADE ME CRY. A lot! Lately I've been tearing up at endings a lot, probably due to some hormonal imbalance or debilitating illness and definitely not emotion (I don't have those). But this was not a glamorous single tear sliding down my cheek.

This was a full-on ugly cry. From me. I only cry twice a year: at my annual rewatch of About Time, and when I am somehow held down or arrested and unable to prevent myself from listening to the song The Luckiest / watching an animal video / thinking too hard about a nice tweet I saw four months ago.

How do I write about THAT.

This is my favorite kind of story, one about how hard it can be to be alive in an on-fire world with a semi nonfunctioning brain, but also about how beautiful life is, how wonderful people are. This book is very funny, and very sad, and above all so lovely.

I don't know what to say beyond that.

Can't the five stars speak for themselves???

Bottom line: I will never get better at being nice. But this book deserves me to be.

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pre-review

i am ashamed to admit this, but:

i am sobbing right now.

review to come / 5 stars

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currently-reading updates

this book is about me (girl in therapy and being weird about it)

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tbr review

when i see a title like that, all i can do is hit that want to read button