I won’t judge, despite what this review might suggest. How many grown-ass women are out there decidedly becoming Bridget Jones-esque spinsters because their high school sweetheart peaced-out during a difficult time in their life? SHOW OF HANDS PLEASE. But how does someone never move on, like at all? Has she ever had sex with someone else? Gone on a date? It’s just so… weird to me. Come on! Ok, sure, it was a messy breakup, he broke her heart into a million tiny teenage girl-shaped pieces and she never got closure. She’s 26 years old and still pining away for the boyfriend she had when she was 16. The main protagonist, Nora, is a fucking loser. This is an atmospherical oddball psychological mystery suspense novel that I liked, and at the same time, I fucking hated? Like I’m so torn. Filed Under: The first time Reese Witherspoon lied to me
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