Eliza Moss's intoxicating debut novel is a dark, intense, and compelling account of what happens when a young woman falls in love with the wrong kind of man.
Enola is approaching 30 and everything feels like a lot. The boxes aren't ticked and she feels adrift in a way she thought she would have beaten by now. She wants to be a writer but can't finish a first draft; she romanticizes her childhood but won't speak to her mother; she has never been in a serious relationship but yearns to be one half of a couple that DIYs together at the weekends.
Enter: enigmatic writer. Enola falls in love and starts to dream about their perfect future: the wedding, the publishing deals, the house in Stoke Newington. But the reality is far from perfect. He's distant. But she's a Cool Girl, she doesn't need to hear from him every day. He hangs out with his ex. But she's a Cool Girl, she's not insecure. Is she? He has dark moods. But he's a creative, that's part of his 'process'. Her best friend begs her to end it, but Enola can't. She's a Cool Girl.
She might feel like she's going crazy at times, but she wants him. She needs him. She would die without him...That's what love is, isn't it? Over the next twenty-four hours (and two years), everything that Enola thinks she knows is about to unravel, and she has to think again about how she sees love, family, and friendship and, most importantly, herself.
