Clunky writing leaves you yearning for less
Twentysomething-year-olds Alice and Ben have a fleeting encounter one day in Grosvenor Square in London.
They are inexplicably drawn to each other, but will their paths ever cross again?
The narrative thread of the book does work reasonably well, but the writing is saccharine and the protagonists are just caricatures.
Ben is an eccentric character and he is suffering from an undisclosed mental illness.
However, only providing the clunky pronouncements that he's "on meds" give you no real insight into why.
Alice, on the other hand, seems defined by her weight - everyone in her life keeps telling her she's fat.
Why does she put up with constant put-downs? It simply does not ring true.
And in the end, I didn't believe in these two people.
I couldn't care whether they found happiness, or not.