The Correspondents is a deeply engaging, emotionally layered novel that I truly loved, even when the main character tested my patience. At times she is a ginormous pain in the arse — self-absorbed, maddening, and often hard to root for — but somehow, that’s also part of what makes the book so compelling. The messiness feels real. The relationships, the long arcs of friendship and history, and the emotional undercurrents are rich and absorbing.

What stayed with me most was not the likability of the protagonist, but the honesty of the emotional terrain. This is a book about connection, misunderstanding, loyalty, and the ways people disappoint each other — and still matter. Flawed characters, sharp writing, and a story that lingers. Even when I wanted to shake her, I wanted to keep reading — and that, to me, is the mark of a great novel.