I've recently finished reading 'Atmosphere' by Taylor Jenkins Reid, the third book I've read of hers and when I tell you I loved it falls short you have to believe me.
I'm a lesbian, and this story embraced me in a way I couldn't even describe it well enough, because I understood the not getting/wanting romantic relationships with men without assuming you like women (I've been there) so much, every character is so complex and well thought it just feels like I grew up with them from the start of their training until the last mission they went to, I understand the innate disinterest Joan has for men, the need of others to comply to societal rules as the case of Barbara and the need of building a family no matter how hard it seems.
I loved how the world expanded (and space) for Joan after she realized she loved a woman, how it truly felt like shedding a skin she didn't belong in anymore, because love makes you understands the Beatles and every corny joke you can hear.
Also the space parts really made me feel nauseous because I have a phobia of space, but I was so invested in the story I had to look up how the space shutter worked in its days to picture the scenes, and I'm not complaining, I love learning.
Another thing I noticed (obviously the point of the book) is it says: A Love Story wich is not false, but it falls short to the forms of love Taylor presents to the reader, wich is not only love for a partner, but for family, for wanting good and mostly to life.
Finally, I have to say, I've read TJR books before (Evelyn Hugo and Daisy Jones), but this level of writing and handling such delicate themes was new to me, she did amazing and I'm probably never forgetting this book.