This book smelt like independent coffee shops...

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...and felt like slouchie hats. It sounded like discussions about Proust and tasted like avocado toast. In short, it was the most pretentious Hipster horse hockey I have ever read, and I've suffered through multiple Levithan books.

This book does have it's merits, I particularly liked the idea of it, just not the execution. Adelaide Buchwald (Book Forest if you slam two German words together I guess) meets Jack while walking some professor's dogs, and then she meets him again - in another universe. Five meetings with different outcomes can take up a single page and quickly becomes repetitive and confusing.

I struggled to see the point of this. It didn't have much of an outcome, literally switching to a different suitor later on just to fill space. The ending didn't leave me feeling satisfied with Adelaide's journey, of which not much happened. I didn't feel like she or I learned much during the course of the story.