Orla writes for a clickbait online magazine but dreams of being a novelist, but her job and the internet in general has made her distractable. (Same, girl.) She doesn't know what to focus on, and so her writing is haphazard and her life just is a series of episodes: work, salad place, home.
I can certainly see and feel the NYC life on display here, authentic in its shabby glamor and its exhaustion. And I like Orla already, her eagerness curdling to desperation, her hope mired in confusion. The writing is clean and quietly snarky, and you can just feel the insights bubbling up even in the first pages. This is going to be a good one.