I saw the low rating and had previously decided not to bother, but I changed my mind and am pleased that I did.
In the beginning, I developed sort of a kinship with Holly. It's not easy being unappealingly shy and living what would typically be considered a dry and rather somber life. I felt happy for her when she met Jack. Some of us don't tend to get the guy who not only appears charming and loving, but is so physically attractive that both women and men take note.
As the story developed, I decided I didn't feel any kinship towards Holly after all. I realized she was one of those people, one of the ones that loses all sense of self and reality when they are in love, you know, one of those people who has so many stars in their eyes that they are nearly blinded by them. Almost nothing else matters, the new person in their life can do no wrong, and if they can, pretend they can't.
I do get it. When you've lived a sad and lonely life and suddenly someone wants you and loves you for who you are; it can be a heady situation, but it's not always attractive. Having Jack around pumped Holly up, she became more outspoken and confident with others, and that's a good thing, but it was not good that Holly's new assertive self seemed dependent on Jack being there, on Jack loving her, on Jack's presence making her feel like she was somebody worthy.
I think the book re-enforces some great lessons. You can't depend on others for your self-worth, and trying to make up for lost time by rushing headlong into situations doesn't always have good results.
The writing was fine, but there were some odd things. The author is from Boston, but lived in London. I guess some of London must have rubbed off on her. That I know of, they only say car park in England, and perhaps somewhere else overseas, but not in America. Holly, referred to the parking lot as a car park, and I don't think a Bostonian born and raised would say that.
Two other characters kept talking about "a coffee," once again, I've only read that in books set in England. Americans do not tend to say sit down and have a coffee, or I'd like to order a coffee. I was expecting somebody to start calling the kitchen counters worktops and calling sneakers trainers, at any moment.
It's not the biggest deal, but I think writers need to remember where their story is based and where their characters were born and raised. What's normal for Jack, would not just slide off the tongues of the others.
Added note: My mother just called to inform me that she's stopping for a coffee...I have NEVER heard her say it like that, and I find that so strange that she would call and say that, after I just said Americans don't say that...