Me, to this Christmas romance: Bah humbug.
Lauren Richmond is not a fan of Christmas. Or her birthday. Or spontaneity. She’s a bit of a type A curmudgeon, in fact. But her brother and wife are about to have their first baby this Christmas, back in Illinois, and they really want her to come home for it.
She hems and haws for so long that the only way left for her to make it home, as a person with a fear of flying, is to catch a ride with Will Sinclair, her brother’s best friend, who also happens to live in LA where she is.
She doesn’t want to ride with Will, there’s some history there that she hints at, but with no other options, into his car she goes. She quickly finds that Will is on a weeklong road trip and plans to stop along the way, stretching the journey into a week.
Will is kind, funny, self deprecating, and spends way too much time and headspace trying to pull Lauren into his happy bubble. I spent most of the book confused as to why he’d be interested in her.
This book doesn’t work for me at all because the two most basic conceits make no sense.
First, there’s NO other way to get to Illinois than plane or weeklong car trip? Don’t buy it. In this day and age, there are so many options. And with her brother’s wife about to pop, spending a week or more on the road feels wrong.
Secondly, and most problematic, is that Lauren doesn’t like Will because of something that happened between them when they were 18/19 years old. Lauren has known Will since they were small children, having grown up together. One drunken night after a party, Will says something that he forgets in the morning, and not only can Lauren never forgive him, she also lets this destroy her chances of any relationship as an adult. And, sure, there are obviously some things that would potentially create this kind of reaction, but seriously, a 19 year old drink guy said he liked her, they kissed, and in a hungover haze, he didn’t remember the next morning,
No.
Lauren comes off as an unsympathetic whiner with an unrealistic view of the world. It’s so annoying.
I read a lot of romances, for sure, but I also have expectations, not the least of which is that the premise be realistic.