Casey has ended up back in Massachusetts after a devastating love affair. Her mother has just died and she is knocked sideways by grief and loneliness, moving between the restaurant where she waitresses for the Harvard elite and the rented shed she calls home. Her one constant is the novel she has been writing for six years, but at thirty-one she is in debt and directionless, and feels too old to be that way – it’s strange, not be the youngest kind of adult anymore.
And then, one evening, she meets Silas. He is kind, handsome, interested. But only a few weeks later, Oscar walks into her restaurant, his two boys in tow. He is older, grieving the loss of his wife, and wrapped up in his own creativity. Suddenly Casey finds herself at the point of a love triangle, torn between two very different relationships that promise two very different futures.
I devoured this book. The emotions were so real I felt like I was feeling them. Every time Casey was panicking or anxious my heart started racing and I read faster and faster. Her heartbreak and loneliness were consuming and when she wasn’t sleeping I felt exhausted. Everything made sense. Her actions were real and justified. All the other characters were honest and their reactions to Casey felt genuine and they seemed to have lives outside of the main narrative. This is an incredibly short book and I loved every page.