The thing I liked BEST about this book is the length of time the story took: a FULL YEAR, my friends! That’s right, between when this story started and when it finished an entire calendar year (one Christmas to the next, if I’m not mistaken) passes! That’s an entire year of our main characters getting to know one another, becoming friends, getting closer…the stuff that all my romantic dreams are made of.
Here in the other corner we have 80% of romance novels, wherein characters meet and fall in love over the course of weeks, if not days, and we are meant to find that perfectly reasonable.
In any case, sure, our two leads (Dani and Max) are separated by an ocean but what is the Atlantic to a fabulously wealthy playboy Baron who can jet across whenever the whim whims him? Coupled with healthy doses of texting and talking, and convenient academic sabbaticals which allow Dani to spend time in [Fictitious European Country], and we’re off to the races to create a proper foundation for these two to connect.
A mild spoiler in that the terrible villainous homophobe father does pass away shortly after being told that his younger son is gay, and it was brought to my attention in a review that such a thing is unnecessary queer trauma–which, true! Unfortunately blemish.
