There are plenty of places on the internet to find negative reviews of books. This blog isn’t going to be one of them. Why? Well, first of all, I believe strongly in the sage advice that if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. But there’s another reason, too: I love books. I love to read. So, I want to celebrate the books I love rather than drag down the ones I’ve read that were less stellar in my opinion.
And I just finished a book that I loved—Jennifer E. Smith’s The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight. It’s unclear to me how I missed this book when it was first published, but my oh my, am I glad that I discovered it now.
Hadley, a teen girl who’s travelling to London for her father’s marriage to a woman she’s never met, happens to meet Oliver (who would be an excellent candidate for the list of YA good boys, by the way) on the plane ride over. Did I mention that she’d never have met him if she hadn’t been four minutes late for her original flight? Or that they spend almost the entire flight talking as their obvious chemistry grows? I don’t even believe in fate—or love at first sight, for that matter—and I was hooked.
This could have so easily turned into a cheese-fest of gooey romance (not that I would have necessarily complained if it had). Instead, it’s a story with an incredible amount of heart, in which two kids fall quickly in love amidst difficult circumstances—and among people who ultimately care deeply for them and want the best for them.
Swoon, swoon, swoon.
I’m going to have to find some more Jennifer E. Smith to read pronto, that’s for certain.