“Trent sets up his Olivetti typewriter in central Brisbane”, from that part onwards is where the story ceased to capture me. I found the author inserted his many “feelings and emotions” way to too much and it was distracting. He seemed hellbent on listing every single love cliche that had ever been written. Partway through reading, I was asking myself if it wouldn’t be better if he tried setting up on another street corner and find new protagonists, as I couldn’t connect with any of his protagonists. I had to stop at halfway through the book because it was as much as I could bear. I think about the concept of this book and, for me, this was a massive missed opportunity to record the most beautiful stories in one book…..if only he’d changed to another street corner…..perhaps?