MixediNews (UK)Even as she ponders matters of the heart, Liptrot keeps the reader at arm’s length. She refers to most of her friends simply as “B”, which communicates her loneliness but also has the effect of feeling impersonal. There are loose ends ... The book reads a little like a diary entry, with only abstract impressions of people and places flitting by ... Liptrot’s prose is beautifully wrought, with plenty of observations that fellow members of the digital dating pool will empathise with, but the details remain vague and difficult to warm to, and her memoir falls prey to one of the pitfalls of the genre – of not wanting to give away everything, but in the end not giving enough.
