The way I sped through this in two days because I had such a crush on Ruth. 😍
I’m not sure it broke my contemporary romance slump, but it certainly jostled it out of its comfort zone. There’s enough alcohol and socializing on page that I started to feel exhausted by proxy, and the ending was slightly rushed—again, possibly because I was rushing through it so happily, wanting more.
That’s the only negative I can think of. Everything else—no notes, full marks.
Rarely does a romcom navigate the joys and pitfalls of queer relationships with such aplomb. Every character felt fully realized and faceted. Friendships are central to the story, just the way I like it—especially Bette and Ash, but also the larger friend group, and the burgeoning friendship with Ruth that matters more than the crush for 80% of the book. There are tropes galore, all of them navigated skillfully, many of them skillfully subverted, without seeming twee, tiresome, or implausible.
(Sidenote: a few contemporary authors [ahem, Ashley Herring Blake, among others], could take notes on how to introduce various orientations and ethnicities in a non-obnoxious way. The rep felt effortless, which I know means Young put a lot of thought and effort into it, not just rattling off a list of identity markers every time a character walks in a room. Well done.)
Very tender, very steamy, very messy, very British, very queer, very thoughtful. I enjoyed myself immensely.
ARC kindly provided by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.