Again Again

She was talky. She painted her fingernails green and wore floral-print dresses and enormous cardigan sweaters. But you can be talky and paint your fingernails and still be very sad.

A bittersweet read on self-discovery and learning to unhinge our happiness from other people. The title is a reference to the scenes happening again and again, showing how the same situations could turn out differently in alternate universes. Really interesting style.

Adelaide is walking dogs, her summer job, when she sees a boy. She remembers him. She met him long ago, at a party in Boston. She tells him. He doesn't remember her.

Adelaide is walking dogs, her summer job, when she sees a boy. She remembers him. She met him long ago, at a party in Boston. She tells him. He says he's never been to Boston.

Adelaide is walking dogs, her summer job, when she sees a boy. She remembers him. She met him long ago, at a party in Boston. She confronts him angrily about why he never got in touch with her. He feels no need to make conversation with her.

Adelaide is walking dogs, her summer job, when she sees a boy. She remembers him. She met him long ago, at a party in Boston. She tells him he wrote her a poem. He remembers that he often writes people poems, but he doesn't remember writing her a poem...

And that's the way this wonderful, surprising, quirky story goes, page after page of possibilities, of what could happen, what might happen, stories of hope, stories of despair. A completely fresh approach to a novel.

Was honestly just a cozy read that I would recomend everyone to read. Asumming you do not want something deep, well written or that will teach you anything.
It was just easy to read honestly and felt relxing