

Embarrassingly, I looked up what made this book critically acclaimed wondering, what was I missing? That tension of young friendship that seesaws between desperate longing and cutting jealousy? That, I recognised but no longer felt. Perhaps the “grown up” version I‘m shying away from is when you act but do so with an awareness of how you will be perceived by that one person you can‘t help but want to impress. Or worse, you act in spite of them.