When I first read High Fidelity as an 18-year old, I saw in Rob’s experiences my own failures with girls, confusion about my place in the world, and my ardent belief that a well-curated mixtape could remedy all emotional ills. Today, 13 years later, I see in Rob a man trying to find the right person to spend his life with, trying to make the right decisions, and the importance of a well-curated mixtape that defines a relationship (though maybe that is now a Spotify playlist). In both instances there is a good man getting things wrong; learning from the past and trying to find the right song to play.