Only a few chapters into this book I realized it was not a fit for me. Even though everyone else seems to love Forrest's writing style, I found it lackluster. Although I appreciate the immense effort authors put into their craft, I prefer when this effort is imperceivable. In Your Voice in My Head Forrest seems like she's trying too hard. A lot of the references to music, films, and NYC locales were lost on me as well, which made me skim through them and feel like a rube. All in all, just a poor reader-book fit.