Do y’all know how rare it is to read about infertility in fiction? Do y’all know how rare it is to read about infertility in women of color??? I picked this book up because it’s gorgeous, and read it immediately when I learned that it follows a successful Black woman who’s life gets thrown for a bit of a loop when she finds out she had six months to either use her eggs, freeze them, or lose them for good at the age of 33. It felt cathartic reading her story, managing a demanding job, an extremely complex family, and relationships, both platonically and romantically. It’s easy to see yourself in Tabitha and that’s both beautiful and heartbreaking because you can relate to the demands and pressure being put on her without a moment for rest and reset. Did I absolutely agree with the way she handled the conflicts that popped up for her? No, but I also recognize people need to protect their peace, and I loved that that’s what it always came back to.