Raphael Bob-Waksberg is a creative genius, in my opinion. I follow his projects and am always emotionally entrenched in the content he provides us whether it is through the TV screen or on the page. I was very excited to read this book because of my deep love for BoJack Horseman. And, as I suspected, this book is an example of why I adore his works. This collection of stories all about love (the beauty of it, the pain, the lonesomeness, the hopefulness) is wonderfully crafted and easy to digest but will leave you staring blankly either into space or at your partner while you simmer in what emotion you got reflected back on to you from reading.
As it goes for most collections of stories, not all were jaw-dropping, award-winning, or memorable, but truly most here were gorgeous in their own ways. I purposely would read one to two stories at a time and then put it down in fear of the book ending. So many stories I found to be prolific even when the plot was mundane. They moved me to tears at some points!
I cannot recommend this book enough – even if you did not see or particularly like BoJack Horseman. That has nothing to do with it. But it does show that Bob-Waksberg has a real gift at showing society and the people within it what we give, what we take, and what we leave behind.