Knocked a star and a half off for the genuinely touching reflections of her

19 year old friend’s suster with cancer

intermingled with a her angsting over losing her youth

(okay girl but literally you’re alive and she’s not??)).

Not that it’s morally incorrect, just could have used a little more insight. I think this is overall my issue with the novel - a) incredibly white suburban woman (which is fine, it's just kind of oversaturated) and b) it's from this perspective of someone who kind of has everything work out for them. She has an incredibly good life career wise and friend wise and yet there was just a lot of complaining.  Otherwise an interesting look into a life I imagined my mum to have at my age.