"In a world
that no longer pauses
to listen to the whispers of a soul
you found songs
I didn't know I held within me."
I'm all up for promoting poet-artists, but Komal Kapoor's Unfollowing You was a bit of a disappointment for me. It has always been exciting for me to read a book that includes text messages in it. Multimedia books always fascinate me (which is Wattpad, as a site, is adoring despite what people may assume). But those texts must also mean something for them to hold importance to the book, even if the book is poetry. This short novel-in-verse, sadly, does not have that.
In fact, I think I also saw what could have only been an advertisement for "Bumble" in this book. (At least, it appeared that way.) And this may just be me, but I don't like such advertisements.
As far as the "story" is concerned, there didn't seem to be one. The first part of the book was when the speaker follows the other person, but they never reach that relationship-phase before the couple break apart because the other person seemed to be taking advantage of her. The description of the book says that it's about modern love but I hardly found any of that. There is one point in which the speaker says that it may be too soon to say I love you but that's really how she feels. Turns out, it was too soon, because that was just an infatuation.
At the same time, I understand. I really understand where the motivation may have come from. People in today's digital era often hide behind online personas. You think the other person likes you but he/she may just be passing time or worse, it may be someone else writing his/her texts. So I get that. It happened with me too. Yet, the speaker is nothing but mature about it. Her words are cringe-y and desperate, her reactions overtly dramatic. It was suggested at more points than one that they are all adults. I doubt mature adults would react this way, even the ones in their early 20s.
So really, I guess what I am saying is that the book was a huge disappointment. The writing was very juvenile, and worse, even unrelatable; and the story? Well, there was none. (Or maybe I'm just a mature 22-year-old. Who knows?)