Wow was this terrible! Why did I think Emma Straub was an amazing writer all this time? I think I was fooled by her classy author photo, she looks fantastic. 
 These people drove me fucking crazy. They are the most annoying caricatures of Oberlin students you could possibly imagine. And I don't care if that was Straub's intent, it literally pained me to think I was respecting them by giving them my attention. Their problems were so boring and were tied up so neatly. (I actually cannot decide who had the most boring problem, it's so hard to make that call.) 
 Jane closed her eyes. "With the patio. We could have outdoor seating on the side." 
 "Exactly." 'Zoe reached over and slid her arms around Jane's waist, folding herself into Jane's lap. "A new project. A new baby." 
 "A new baby made out of butter." 
 "Best kind," Zoe said, nuzzling as in close as she could, and then even closer. 
 Ew. It's like the last scene in a Full House episode. 
 The worst part about this book was that stuff kept on happening that made me say "that would NEVER happen like that." The one example I can think of immediately is one that happened at the end of the book. (view spoiler)[As Andrew's yoga guru is being arrested he yells "hey wait, that's my partner!" Why would he volunteer that info? (hide spoiler)]The whole contract for the movie thing was whack. It all was. 
 I did finish it, though.