Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for an ARC of this book in exchange for honest feedback.
This was an interesting and unique read—told entirely through blog posts, tweets, emails, and texts. That structure made for a fast-paced experience, but it also took a minute to find its rhythm. Early on, there’s a confusing moment where we’re jumping back and forth in time on the same day with no clear reason, but once that settles, the timeline stays pretty linear.
I’ll start by saying this book made me nostalgic for my own college days. While I can’t speak to the Black experience the way Sydney does, I did relate to the process of coming into your own identity during that time. But enough about me.
Sydney is starting her freshman year of college, feeling a little untethered. Her best friend, Malcom, is off at a different school, and though Sydney loves writing and fashion, she’s not naturally drawn to the college party scene. Still, she’s determined to try new things. She makes new friends, connects with a great mentor (who’s also her TA), and starts a new relationship with a fellow student named Xavier—all while chronicling her experiences on her blog. Then, one day, a mysterious (but refreshingly non-creepy) Twitter handle slides into her DMs, and she’s left wondering… could it be Xavier?
This book touches on everything you’d expect from a freshman-year story—friendships, first loves, figuring out who you are—but it also dives deeper. Sydney ends up unintentionally at the center of a larger campus conversation around race and activism after she writes a blog post about an incident involving Malcom’s roommate. She never meant to be political; she was just speaking her mind. But when the post goes viral, she finds herself asking: Does being a Black writer with an audience mean she has to be an activist, too?
I really appreciated the way the book explored that tension. Again, I can’t speak to the experience firsthand, but the questions Sydney raises—about identity, responsibility, and choice—felt thoughtful and timely.
That said, there were a few moments that left me puzzled. Maybe it’s the nature of the storytelling format, but sometimes it felt like we’d skipped a beat. For instance, Sydney asks the mysterious Twitter user to show her his artwork—but we haven’t seen any indication up to that point that he’s an artist. She also calls Xavier a genius well before we’ve seen any real evidence to support that. It’s only later we learn he’s on a scholarship, which helps, but I would’ve liked a little more development leading up to those moments. Still, I pretty much fell for Xavier the minute he bought Sydney comic books. Same, girl. I was also a latecomer to the comic world, but a proud nerd now.
One small moment that made me pause was when Sydney refers to herself as queer in a blog post. I actually had to reread it to figure out if she was quoting someone else or speaking about herself—it was that unclear. If it was a reference to her own identity, it’s mentioned and then forgotten in the same breath. It didn’t necessarily need to become a major plot point, but I would’ve appreciated a bit more reflection or clarity.
And finally, the ending - or near ending. I’m torn. I won’t spoil anything, but I was a little surprised by who Sydney ended up with. That said, while I probably would’ve been happy either way, I do think she made the right choice. As for the mysterious Twitter handle? Let’s just say… I saw that reveal coming.
Overall, Love in 280 Characters or Less was a fresh, thoughtful read. The format might not be for everyone, but it worked for me, and Sydney’s voice kept me engaged the whole way through.