Thank you NetGalley and Ballantine for granting me access to this book in exchange for an honest review.
It's becoming clear to me that Emily Stone's holiday books leave me with complicated feelings. Love, Holly was one of those rare, unforgettable reads, one that settled into my heart and stayed there. But since then, each new holiday release has felt a little more distant. A Winter Wish was just okay, and sadly, Yours for the Season left me quietly disappointed.
Ii went into this one with so much hope. I read a lot of romance, and fake dating and second chances are two of my favorite tropes. Especially when they're layered with longing, unresolved feelings, and emotional depth. I wanted to feel that ache. I wanted the slow burn, the tension, the moments of almosts and what-ifs. Instead, Finn and Mel's relationship felt oddly flat. I never quite felt the pull between them. You know the pining, the chemistry, the spark (banter) that makes you believe two people still belong together.
The story leaned extremely heavy on miscommunication and rather than adding emotional depth it chipped away at the connection. Each misunderstanding felt less like heartbreak and more like exhaustion. At times, I just wanted them to pause, sit down and speak honestly because so much of the pain felt avoidable.
And then there was the premise itself. The ex-boyfriend showing up six months after a breakup, just weeks before Christmas, expecting to spend the holidays together with his family?!! Instead of romantic, it felt unsettling. More sad than swoony. It pulled me out of the story rather than drawing me in.
There were things I loved. The Christmas atmosphere in the Scottish Highlands was beautifully done and so quiet, cozy, and full of seasonal charm. The secondary characters brought warmth and life to the pages, and the story does end with a HEA.
But when I closed the book, I didn't feel that lingering fullness I hope for in a holiday romance. It left me a little empty, wishing for more depth, more emotion, more of that magic I know Emily Stone is capable of. For me, it wasn't a bad book, just an okay one. And sometimes that's the most disappointing feeling of all.⭐️⭐️⭐️