Every woman has one. That name you Google at two o’clock in the morning. That intoxicating connection that somehow never solidified into anything real; that particular memory you still visit every now and then, for that guaranteed hit of pure, sugar-packed dopamine. It’s that story that starts with “There was this one time” and ends, reluctantly, with “but I guess…"
I saw this book being reviewed left and right and what made me want to read it was the fact that it was about that one guy, "the one that got away." I was mostly intrigued because my boyfriend now is my almost got away, so I really wanted to just enjoy a fictional story that I could relate to in some ways.
I mostly enjoyed it, although around halfway through the book I sort of lost interest. I didn't want to give up on it yet, so I pushed through and was pretty happy with finishing it off. It wasn't as great as I was hoping, but I really felt for Sarina in several things she was going through, and liked how she ended up figuring things out in the end.