This was such a one dimensional story with flat, toxic, underdeveloped characters and a very fabricated, unrealistic scenario between the two MC’s. (I understand it’s fiction and isn’t meant to be “realistic” but damn could you have at least tried?) As a debut, I will say the author’s writing shows promise and I would be open to reading future works by her if she figures out how to balance central elements of a story. And let me be clear: No, I didn't "hate" this. It was just disappointing considering the hype, but was fine as a book. It just isn't anything special TO ME. I guess the story I thought I'd receive was not the one that I actually read.
I struggled to connect with any of the characters because there was more emphasis on what was happening rather than how the character felt or anything about their life. This is single POV, so you’d assume you would know your heroine quite intimately, but unfortunately (or fortunately, considering she is insufferable sometimes), that never happens. Sperry focused more on telling us the ins and outs of her life—stupid things like a French press—instead of emotional pieces of Bennet’s life. The death and grief of her ex boyfriend is present throughout the book, but only because she told us, not because it actually shows up. A few things will remind her of him, and we’ll see her retreat, yes, but it’s not nearly as deep as I was hoping. Even with the plot of grief, everything was extremely surface level. She was also extremely toxic and it was ridiculous. I saw this book in so many "mental health awareness" photos and just couldn't understand why? I know depression paints people differently but I feel like this book truly colors us in a bad way. The way she acted was childish, immature, and horrible and I didn't even feel like Sperry/Bennet cared to fix herself before spreading her toxicity everywhere.
Furthermore, certain scenes just jump from one thing to the next, and without flow. It’s like Bennet didn’t know who to be. I felt like some dialogue and conversations from and with her were like prying teeth out, but then randomly she’s totally fine with telling Henry about how her boyfriend died, which he asked completely random and out of left field after the dumbest one-bed arrangement I’ve ever read in my life. I’ve never seen a trope forced so badly, ever, in my life. It seriously made no sense and had no place.
Character development was nonexistent. Bennet genuinely had the personality of a potato chip that rotted under the wet subway tracks. She was an extremely insufferable character. She way she reacted and behaved in some scenes were really ridiculous and unjustified. I understand trauma but girliepop… you need THERAPY. Stop going on dates, you are severely mentally ill. I don’t think Sperry explored her past nearly good enough for me to be convinced of any of her issues. With her friend, Sonya—whom she treated HORRIBLY—and Andy, who was her dead-ex boyfriend’s sister and Bennet's best friend of all time. Like why were they all so mean? Again, there was a lot of telling and not showing, and that is a death sentence in a book for me. If Sperry had spent more time having Bennet reflect on meaningful interactions and memories she had with Andy, Sam, or even Sonya, it would have been more worthwhile than to read about Bennet vomiting in a men’s bathroom, using her French press because she’s “such a New Yorker”, or any of the dumb work interactions this book was riddled with.
The relationship was a really hard thing for me to be sold on. All of a sudden I’m on page 215, and he’s telling her that she’s one of his favorite people and all I had to ask was, why? I had no idea what these two shared that made them so special to each other. I felt like they barely talked about anything, and if they did, it never felt significant enough to garner this sort of emotional connection so quickly. I didn’t believe their “passion project” charade and it just felt stupid and forced. It reminded me toooo much of Promise Me Sunshine which I did not like and dnf’ed. I did not feel a single spark or any of the angst that Bennet was supposedly feeling. It felt rushed and super underdeveloped. The friendships were also undercooked. I didn’t believe her and Sonya’s “lifelong” friendship (and with how mean Sonya was) and the fact that Jamie basically conspired to get Henry to hang out with her… ridiculous. Such a stupid addition to this already dumb book. It’s a short one, and I really did fly through the book because the writing was so simple and the chapters relatively short, but there was hardly any intimate scenes between Henry and Bennet before he’s apparently “obsessed” with her (not in an Ali hazelwood way, but in a “im forcing this because I need to wrap up this third act and I need him to have this grand proclamation” way). I just didn’t believe Henry felt that way about Bennet since I genuinely saw no reason for him to. I had to skip the spice it was so cringe and it turned me off so badly, and by the last 40 pages, I’m skimming. There was NOTHING in this book that I cared about. Henry deserved soooo much better than Bennet. He was genuinely an interesting MMC and we barely got any time with him.
Also, this is so particular, but as a native New Yorker, I hate reading books written by transplant people. It’s beyond obvious and idk it just screams desperate to me 😭 and I dont even mean it to be that way like they dont deserve to write it but it was very obvious from the very first chapter the author was not from New York and idk reading all of these things like “I knew when I moved to New York I’d be the kind of person who used a French press” what is the correlation?!?!?!? I dont understand 💀 it just kinda bugged me LOL
Bottom line
Again, this book was not horrible, I just found it focused on things that didn't drive the story and I was left wondering what the hell I even read in 320 pages. The character development needed severe work, but I did like how quickly I read this book because the writing style was just so ~detached~ that there was nothing to get hung up on. The 2 stars on goodreads says "it was ok" and I mean I think this was a little worse than ok but it wasn't necessarily bad.