"the half-life of love is forever". this would be cute if the person saying it hadn't literally cheated on his fiance and then cried about her leaving him as a consequence for the next three years.

the writing was good, sometimes. besides that, this was a flop. how am i meant to feel sympathy for a narrator who cheats, and then complains when his girlfriend doesn't want to be with him anymore? i thought maybe this would be a good insight into/exercise of sympathizing with a character who has made mistakes, but yunior is objectively just a terrible guy who does awful things to hurt women and then bitches about how "emotional" and "sensitive" they are about it. this book also paints women as desperate, overly dramatic, hyper-emotional cardboard boxes only there to reveal some greater point about yunior's childhood or relationship to his culture and family. yes, some of the description of his childhood and the influence of other deadbeat men in his life is interesting and at times sort of moving, but it all comes back to some elaborate implied excuse for treating women like pieces of shit. not a fan.