This was fun! You can tell O’Connell writes for television; it read very sitcom/romcom-y. I can easily see this being adapted for a cute series or movie. I don’t like endings à la Hollywood so it didn’t finish in the way I would’ve wanted but that’s okay. The narration felt like an endless stream-of-consciousness/inner-monologue which made it easy to read and funny/modern.

Ultimately I think I’ll forget all about this book (the plot & writing weren’t particularly groundbreaking), but that doesn’t negate the importance of reading books that bring visibility to the queer, disabled experience. Even though it wasn’t my favorite, it certainly was heartfelt. I could equate this to a low-budget B-list Netflix movie that doesn’t rock your world, but makes you feel good for 90 minutes. And, hey, that works too.

”I’m learning the more you want things, the more likely you end up with nothing.”