A debut novel reminiscent of Sally Rooney and Gabrielle Zevin, Fervor is a generational ode to friendship, love, and growing up without meaning to. One day you go to the CCCB to attend a talk, and suddenly you lock eyes with someone—a guy who makes everything inside you explode—and within two weeks, you're following each other on every social media platform imaginable. Two months later, you make love on Mar Bella beach, and by the time you've met up three times, you realize you might be falling in love. Without really knowing how. You look for answers in your closest romantic references, but soon you discover that neither your friends, your roommate, nor even your parents seem to have the key to understanding how to love (or how to love well). Living in Barcelona is a challenge in itself, just like surviving a job that does more than just pay the rent, and hangovers get worse with age while hitting your daily fiber intake feels increasingly impossible. To love. To fail. To learn. Or not. The protagonist of Fervor falls in love—unintentionally. The rest is history, and this is it.