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Trying to find a bit of self-love, actually
By now you could fill a shelf with all the books detailing the problems with straight relationships. It was therefore a much-needed breath of fresh air to read Monica Heisey’s Really Good, Actually. A hilarious novel which, apart from a few jibes about the failure of the ‘heterosexual experiment’, is more concerned with the relationship we have with ourselves than detailing toxic masculinity and the atrocities of men.
Maggie is spiralling. She’s 28, about to become a divorcee, and her friends are either eternally single or heading down the matrimonial path she has already failed at. Despite her marital status putting her at odds with her peers, Maggie is incredibly relatable. She gets her validation from the resoundingly favourable responses to vague tweets about men being trash, and growing up in the early 2000s with its heroin chic has given her a tumultuous relationship with her body. Maggie, like many of us, is so used
