The plot of this book had potential that was partially mined. Anya Mackie, a homebody Glaswegian, is dumped by her okay boyfriend and has to move in with her rich but unfriendly cousin. She has a work melt-down, which forces her to seek temporary employment as a nanny to the unpleasant children of an Instagram influencer. She finds an old letter from her teenage sweetheart and decides to track him down, while simultaneously starting an Instagram-based catering company based on her amateur love of cooking.
It's in the second part where the book goes off the rails, after a reasonably strong start (aided by the non-London setting and the - THANK GOD - THIRD PERSON POV). The 'back-up' teenage sweetheart, Euan, was clearly never going to be a genuine candidate, given the brevity and lack of depth of their initial fling. The real target is Jamie, another old friend of Euan's, who joins and then aids and abets the half-baked and half-hearted mission to find a guy who doesn't have social media accounts. This was where the potential started to fail, both because it was so unlikely that Jamie would give up so much time to do this with a semi-stranger and because the scenarios themselves (visiting a flat in Aberdeen, going golfing in Gleneagles) yield almost nothing as regards comic or cringe material. In fact, we get quite a lot of filler writing about walking down train platforms and removing jumpers or drinking coffee. None of it goes anywhere.
It's finally revealed that the reason Jamie is looking for Euan is in fact because Euan dumped and stole money from Jamie's sister when they were dating the previous year. That he wouldn't reveal this information to Anya - especially after she reveals her own motivations - verges on psychopathic. It's clear Anya keeps going because she fancies Jamie, and I guess we are to presume it's reciprocated, because after they do find Euan Anya goes to Jamie's house and they have sex and the story is done.
The resolution with regard to Anya's career is left completely unfinished. She books three gigs through her Instagram account within two weeks of her 'launch'; her accounts are based on imaginary numbers and checked by her dad (not an accountant); her BFF in Canada sorts her marketing for free. This all seems unlikely. It also all seems like these should have been the challenges that drive the plot and the meet-cute and development of her relationship with the romantic lead. The best parts of the book aren't about Anya at all, but about the strained and sad relationship her babysitting charges have with their mother, and her cousin Claire's failing relationship.
The great thing about romance is the social contract of reading them ensures a HEA at the end. Before that, you can put the characters through ABSOLUTE HELL, safe in the knowledge that the reader knows it'll all be okay. Yet the modern crop of writers seems reluctant to push the boat out on how shit things can be. It's imaginary! You could have Anya move into a slum with no running water - we know it'll be fine!
I had hopes of the side-characters, especially when I thought perhaps something might develop between Paddy and Anya's sister Georgie. But nope - Paddy is the token gay, and Georgie and Tasha exist to be Anya's cheerleading squad with no independent existence outside of it. Even her mother comes across as annoying more because Anya thinks so than because of any egregious behaviour. It's disappointing, given the huge amount of romance I give up on and the huge amount that disappoints me, that the rare third-person POV failed. O well. Next.