🎄✨ 5 STAR REVIEW ✨🎄
Falling for Pine Hollow by Melanie Davies
WOW. I adored every single second of this heart-warming, festive love story 🥹🤍
Falling for Pine Hollow is the definition of cosy Christmas magic, the kind that wraps you up like a blanket, smells of cinnamon, and leaves your heart feeling full.
Set in the snow-dusted mountain village of Pine Hollow, this story follows Brianna, a devoted baker whose world is turned upside down when her beloved bakery, the heart of the town and her safe haven is suddenly at risk just days before Christmas. Enter Oliver: a meticulous London solicitor, back in Pine Hollow to settle his late grandfather’s estate… including the very bakery Brianna is fighting to save.
From the moment these two meet, the slow-burn tension is chef’s kiss. Add in a village full of wonderfully nosy townsfolk —especially the utterly iconic knitting club — and you’ve got gossip, forced proximity, and rumours flying faster than the winter snow 🤣
What I loved most was how soft this story felt. The quiet moments. The shared laughter. The gentle, simmering connection that grows beneath twinkling lights and festive chaos. Watching Oliver slowly unravel from his London life while Pine Hollow works its magic on him was such a joy, and Brianna’s love for her bakery and her home made everything feel deeply heartfelt and real.
And that ending… 🥹🎄
The letter moment (no spoilers 😏) had me completely in my feelings. It was tender, emotional, and so beautifully earned the kind of ending that makes you pause, smile, and hug the book to your chest.
This was pure Christmas magic, cosy, romantic, emotional, and utterly enchanting. If you love small-town romances, slow burns, festive vibes, and stories that feel like home… this one is an absolute must-read 🎅🏻✨
✨ Favourite Quotes ✨
‘She looked warm. She looked soft. She looked like she belonged here, like she was a part of this place in ways I could only observe from the outside.’
‘And for a moment, with the snow falling softly outside and the warmth of her flat wrapping around us like a blanket, I realised I didn’t want to be anywhere else.’
‘Oliver kissed me like he’d been holding his breath for days.’
‘Outside, snow floated past the window. Inside, the bakery smelled of cinnamon and home. And somehow, despite everything, the world felt whole again. Oliver held me a little tighter. I didn’t let go.’ 🤍