normally, i love these kinds of stories that are a deeper dive into people and events i already know and love. not sure if it’s Fowler’s writing style or the voice she created for Zelda, but i just can not seem to care about any of it. i’ve spent maybe 2 months getting less than 100 pages in (they haven’t even moved to New York yet, for god’s sake) and today finally decided to call it quits. it will stay on the shelf and i may try again, but when i put one down, it usually takes some pretty extraordinary circumstances to make me pick it back up.