Intermezzo: Therapy is Expensive, So I Read Sally Rooney

She did it again. Another book. Another list of painfully real, beautifully flawed, and desperately in need of therapy characters.

Halfway through Intermezzo, I was already buzzing—how is she going to end this? How will it all tie together? The anticipation was real, and let me tell you—the ending did not disappoint.

One thing that stood out was how distinct each character’s voice felt. Maybe it’s just me, but when Ivan or Naomi spoke, their dialogues had this raw simplicity—like you could feel their naivety in the way they were written. Meanwhile, Margaret and Peter? Layers on layers. Every conversation felt like a chess game played by two emotionally exhausted grandmasters. Messy, brilliant, and just so Rooney.

Now, my one complaint (which is really just my own wishful thinking): I wanted a more satisfying resolution for Peter, Sylvia, and Naomi. Like, what do people in their situations actually do? But then again, expecting clear-cut endings from Sally Rooney? That’s on me.

Anyway, Intermezzo—loved it, am obsessed, and will be thinking about it for weeks.

Thoughts? Is anyone else screaming into the void about this book? 😭