Book Review: Acts of Desperation by Megan Nolan

Being with other people was, to me, the feeling of being realised. This was why I wanted to be in love. In love, you don’t need the minute-to-minute physical presence of the beloved to realise you. Love itself sustains and validates the rotten moments you would otherwise be wasting while you practise being a person, pacing back and forth in your shitty apartment, holding off till seven to open the wine.

There is so much to unpack here. This is a story about a woman who loves the idea of love and goes to tremendous lengths to get it. Entangled with a man who was in a relationship. Becoming horrifying.