I love New York. Probably because I’ve never actually lived there. Nick and I decided quite a long time ago that we don’t want to live there, but we really love visiting.
But I am pretty sick of reading New York-related books. It started with “Thanks for Coming” and then “Girls in Trucks.” I think there was another one in there, but I forgot. Now it’s “In the Context of No Context.” I understand that New York is an incredibly city with millions of perspectives, but every book sounds exactly like the other one. (Except maybe Thanks for Coming, which is a distinctly Brooklyn book.) They all have the “look at me in the big city, facing these challenges” theme. I can’t find a better way of describing it than that.
Maybe it’s that I only love *my* New York, and not everyone else’s.