I ordered this book from the library in The Time Before, when I didn’t own any fabric facemasks and have a preferred brand of hand sanitiser. I knew the basic plot because I’d listened to the Bad On Paper podcast review of it, and I figured it would be an easy read.
It isn’t a stand out book for me. I enjoyed it, but not the few glaring typos and slightly forced dialogue. It did, however, stir some not too pleasant memories of about ten years ago. Friendships can be complicated for me, and I don’t make friends terribly easily. I really value the few precious friendships I’ve managed to hold onto over the years.
The slightly toxic dynamic of the three main characters rang true for me. I’ve had that sort of intense friendship, the kind of closeness that means you’re texting each other several times daily and staying too late at wine bars sharing things you’ll never tell anyone else. And even if you don’t know it at the time, that friendship won’t last no matter how many glasses of red you’ve consumed with each other or how many expressions of delight at the friendship are slurred over the months and years.
Losing a friendship suddenly and without warning felt like a bereavement to me at the time, but it wasn’t something I wanted to talk about with anyone. I felt embarrassed by being dropped, and unsure of how as an adult I could feel such sorrow about something that seems to happen to virtually everyone. Deep down, I didn’t want to acknowledge that I was going through this upsetting thing and I only broached the topic with other friends years later.
Reading How Could She? made me rethink How Could She in my own life, and I processed a few years worth of memories over a few days. When almost a decade has passed since I could have called her a friend, I have some clarity even if I don’t have closure. The friendship wasn’t without its flaws and irritations. I gave a lot, and I’m not quite sure this was reciprocated. I can’t have been that valuable when I could be dropped so quickly and comprehensively. I can admit that this time of life upset me terribly, probably more than I let myself understand.
I still wonder what happened to her, now that she’s just somebody that I used to know. I’ve thought about writing about this for a long time, and whether it would be good for me. I’m able to admit how embarrassed I am by this episode and that I still mull over questions like How Could She, while being able to understand that some people are friends and are in your life for a time for a reason and that it’s okay for people to be Somebody That You Used To Know.