Everything I Know About Love

I enjoyed this series. There should be another one. Cast was good. Cinematography was good. Music was good. The final 15 minutes of episode 7 were really, really great, Maggie's mum's speech at the end was great. That's it. That's the review.

Oh it was all of the things. I absolutely devoured it. As a fan of the book I knew it would resonate but good fecking god it was like a slap in the face which brought me right back to my early twenties. So raw. So honestly and so relatable. It's wonderful to finally acknowledge the importance of friends in a world obsessed with romantic love. Thank you for such a masterful and honest showcase of friendship.

It's a perfection depiction of your 20s. Watching it in my mid 30s, I feel overwhelming nostalgia and love for who I was then, and also the wisdom I have now sheds new lights that only make watching it a deeper experience. The depiction of female friendship is so smart and accurate and messy and all encompassing. This show is....absolutely brilliant.

The actors are absolutely wonderful, and Maggie has this effortless light and depth and freedom that is utterly exquisite.

I want more and more episodes of this show, I want to live with these people for longer. I desperately hope we get a second season.

Really enjoyed the adaptation of this much-loved memoir. Brought me right back to living in London in that era - the writing and soundtrack nailed it. Great production and performances. I really hope this gets renewed so we can see more of these characters.

I started to watch Dolly Alderton's BBC Drama 'Everything I know about love' with my teenage daughter. She lasted 2mins 46 seconds precisely. It was the Larkin that did it really. Fresh that day from an A level English Literature exam, quotations from the self-depreciating poet were to be fair, the last thing she wanted to hear. 'And they're on a train', she mused before leaving the room, 'how very Whitsun weddings'.

I continued watching, a fifty something woman perhaps not quite the target demographic, but I was hooked. Rather than something to watch to take the mind off the boredom of the household chores, I soon found myself literally dancing around my ironing board to Rizzle Kicks, Down with the trumpets.

Although set in 2012, the drama resonated with me and I was transported back to the eighties, my own era of misspent youth. Except for the drug taking that is, but still with plenty of alcohol to cloud one's judgement. Or it may have just been Street's hat. Whatever it was, I look forward to sharing the chaotic lives of Maggie, Birdy, Nell and Amara over the next few weeks who act as a timely reminder of another Larkin quote 'You can't put off being young until you retire'