Rating: 3 out of 5

I found Perfect, and the characters desire to be perfect, a bit overwhelming. The characters didn’t feel true and authentic. Because they weren’t. They were trying to be perfect. But I love Rachel Joyce’s characters so much normally that the fact I couldn’t love any of the characters in this book made me sad. They did make me feel, but they made me feel annoyed, or cross, or disappointed. I don’t imagine I’ll wonder about them. Which seems a shame.

Originally posted to my Goodreads account