November 9 by Colleen Hoover is a romance novel about a spontaneous meeting of two teens on a day that’s usually tough for them, an anniversary of a tragedy. They decide, after spending the day together, to meet every year for the next 5 years and decide to have no contact at all between meetings. Somewhat cute premise, but the ensuing story is full of misunderstanding, hurt feelings, guilt, and lots of steamy scenes. I stuck with this one because it came highly recommended (I can’t remember by who!) and I had added it to my wait list forever ago, but this is not my favorite genre. Maybe it’s my sheltered and conservative upbringing (I mean, my parents made me close my eyes for all kissing scenes in movies or just would fast-forward through them! That kind of sheltered!), but I just can’t read romance without cringing the entire time.
The Flatshare by Beth O’Leary is your run-of-the-mill chick lit, but because it’s set in London it’s somehow more charming. That’s what I tell myself anyway! I don’t like to read too many “romance novels” but coming off of several war novels, I just needed a lighthearted break!