I’m a sucker for cute covers and romantic stories, so I had to pick up this book when I saw it. I also bought This is What Happy Looks Like by Jennifer Smith but it got stolen along with my whole backpack this past December.
I’m going to start by saying I liked the premise of this book.
First, you’ve got the typical rich girl, Lucy, that feels out of place and forgotten because her parents are never around. Then, you’ve got this guy, Owen, who had just lost his mother and had to move to another state. They suddenly meet in an elevator when there is a power outage in the entire state of New York. Of course they instantly have a connection and have a wonderful evening and night looking at the stars.
Let me tell you upfront that’s all there is to the book.
After that, Owen has to move because his dad lost his job. He begins to send postcards to Lucy as he travels around different states. On the other hand, Lucy moves to Scotland and begins dating this super charismatic and cute boy named Liam. You know the book is not that good in the romance when I’m cheering for a secondary character to end up together with Lucy. No doubts.
Anyway, so you have about 100 more pages going on about what Owen and Lucy are up to. Then you have the awkward meetings: one in San Francisco and the final one in New York, if I even remember correctly. The book made no sense to me, because their romance wasn’t developed at all. The only thing the reader has is that single night in New York where they share superficial details about each other.
Now, I’m going to be honest and say I skipped quite a lot of paragraphs of nonsense descriptions that I thought were not important. I truly did not cheer for Owen and Lucy. By the end of the book, I didn’t get to know that much about neither of them and worst, I didn’t feel the chemistry in their relationship or whatever you want to call the single night in New York and sending postcards for weeks.
Lucy and Owen’s relationship plays out across the globe as they stay in touch through postcards, occasional e-mails, and — finally — a reunion in the city where they first met.