A review by aalafave
We Can't Keep Meeting Like This by Rachel Lynn Solomon

2.0

Instead of taking the moral of this story to heart, I remain the main character at the beginning and now firmly believe love doesn’t exist. This…was like wading through sludge. And why do authors insist on explaining every nuance someone has with “oh, hahaha, that’s my MENTAL ILLNESS.” This is the second book in a row for me. My favorite part was when one character said he doesn’t know if he can open a bakery because of DEPRESSION. Like…out of nowhere. I hate love.