Joellyn—as judgmental as she is insecure—tells her unborn daughter the story of her courtship with an unemployed, terribly-dressed man named Zachary. The novella is a romantic comedy—if romantic comedies were dark and screwed up and no one got exactly what they wanted.
You guys, I love this book. This is where my obsession with Edan Lepucki began. It’s got an “unlikable” narrator where you can relate to every single kinda-shitty thought process she has. Where you maybe even learn things about yourself. And it’s fun too.
Is it possible to read this and not become obsessed with Edan? Also, we are obsessed with the new cover and sometimes open the jpeg just to stare at it.