I made it happen. packed my life into suitcases, hopped on a plane, and arrived in west village, manhattan. I love the smell of the city — the petrol, the dampness, the voices echoing in the streets. I keep telling myself that it's not going to be easy. I'm bracing for the loneliness. and I know that will hit. and yet, as I sat in the taxi from JFK to this apartment, I couldn't help but marvel again at how easy it was. I bought a plane ticket and now I live in new york. in another universe, I moved to nyc right after graduation. in this one, I'm as untethered as a 22-year-old new grad, but have a lot more money and life experience. new grad me would have tried to wrangle her suitcases onto the subway and taken public transit from the airport. almost 30-year-old me gave navigation directions to the taxi driver without a wink of self consciousness at the miscommunication, and then tipped 20% for a $100 car ride. and now I'm here!! I'm here to make sense of myself,...
the pacing and writing style were engaging. the rhythm, the cadence of dialogue without quotations melding into exposition. the story wove back and forth in time, constantly. it was really a series of scenes. at the beginning of each chapter we would jump forward a few months, but when the scene was over, we would skip backward a few days or weeks to a moment that related to the opening scene we just finished. it was hard to follow exactly the chronology, but that also didn't matter very much. to be blunt, the plot was mediocre. it was a story about lovers, almost a love story. it could have been written very different, with the same plot, and been a love story. but as it was, it was more a "character study" I suppose. sometimes there were scenes or passages dropped in that weren't super relevant, but revealed an interesting perspective or observation from the author. surprisingly, I enjoyed them, and didn't find them too preachy. I enjoyed the vignettes through ...
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