I enjoyed this book! I always felt a bit melancholy after stting down to read it, but in a good, almost wistful or nostalgiac, way. The story spans the young adulthood of a woman named Eva and her best friend (the most succint way to describe their relationship) Jamie. With the exception of one chapter it is written in third-person, but it feels a lot like the narrator is actually Eva. It might just be third-person omniscient and I’m overthinking it, but I’d be curious to see if this is a thing… Parts of the story felt similar to moments in my and my friends’ lives during the past fifteen years. I enjoyed the dream-like quality of the narrative; it’s mostly chronological, but the transitions between episodes in Eva’s life feel a bit like how you remember the parts of a long dream after you’ve woken up. A bit fuzzy, but not disjointed or random. I’ll probably read it again to see if I can get a better sense of “what it’s about.”