After being sort of spellbound by Henry's BOOK LOVERS, I was let down somewhat by this one. Many individual jokes don't land, and the humor in general felt much more effortful than in earlier books. The worst turnoff for me was the sheer uninterrupted alcohol consumption--and when they took a break from beverages, there was a 30-page scene of most of the group high on gummy edibles. I didn't want to take life lessons from these people and their all-too-brief flirtations with maturity. But I will admit that the last 75-100 pages offered redemption. The overindulgence waned and the Henry trademarks came into play again - memorable, the way she handles the nitty-gritty of hard-won self-knowledge and relationship repair.

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