I had absolutely no interest in being somebody else's muse.
I am not a muse.
I am the somebody.
End of fucking story.

Yes, Taylor Jenkins Reid is once again the queen of writing complex, fully-formed, beautifully flawed, interesting female characters. She also got me rooting for the hets so I guess that shows how good of a writer she is.
I felt this story in my soul. It's as though I was living through this with them in the 70s even though this is a time period I've never personally experienced.

Whilst I did prefer Evelyn Hugo, Daisy Jones is still a great book and I am so so hyped for Amazon's adaptation of it.