I liked this book much more than I thought I would (and way more than Beach Read), but some aspects of it were just too corny for me to abide. It reads like somebody’s friendship fantasy porn, and the constant pop culture references really killed it for me. Like, what is the point of referencing “Murder, She Wrote” 5+ times? And not even anything specific about it - just constantly referencing that Harriet loves “Murder, She Wrote”?!

I will say that the final quarter of the book - when we finally had some deeper reveals and confessions - was well done and more compelling for me than everything leading up to it. I wouldn’t read this again but I’d give another Emily Henry book a try.