This is one of the best nonfiction books I’ve ever read. I’m fascinated by love stories of all kinds, and this book really is inspired by modern love. It’s true stories (that are apparently based off a podcast) which are all written about people’s real experiences with love. And not just romantic love, but the love of a parent, a child, and not even all the good - but all the bad and the ugly and the heartbreak too. These stories are divided into sections: so we get stories specifically about first loves, heartbreaks, family, serious illness, divorce, adopting children, just all kinds of very interesting topics are covered in this collection of stories.
Some of these stories were skippable and forgettable for me, but some of them actually made me cry???? and some of them were just fascinating and really incredible stories. My personal favorite story in this entire collection is The Race Grows Sweeter Near It’s Final Lap I fucking cried and it was the sweetest thing I’ve ever read. Some of my other favorites were: Now I Need A Place to Hide Away and You May Want to Marry My Husband
Some other stories that I found absolutely fascinating were: My Husbands is Now My Wife which is about a woman who was married to a man for eight years when he finally told her he is a woman, and begins his transition. Another very interesting story was: First I Met My Children, The My Girlfriend. They’re Related about a guy who met his biological children after being a sperm donor in the 90’s, and finding his future wife through those kids.
Overall, this was a very interesting and enjoyable collection of short stories of modern love - and I love that all kinds of love are explored in this, not just romantic love. I’m not usually a huge fan of short stories or nonfiction but I’m a huge lover of romance and love so I think that’s why I ended up enjoying it so much, plus there was just so many relatable quotes like the one below:
”For some reason I’ve always been susceptible to thinking my life would be vastly improved by the solution of a single problem. In high school, I thought, it will all get better when the braces come off, or when my skin clears up or when I go to college.
And now, older and supposedly wiser, I find myself thinking it will all get better when I find romance. When I have a man who wants me despite how fallible, loud, or political I can be. Someone who, with a kiss, can snap me out of my self-pitying reverie. I think about how long I’ve been ready to find the beauty in another human being, to caress the scars of someone as flawed as me and to feel that person reciprocate.”