I loved the blurb for this book and I’m still delighted by the idea of this take on the fake-marriage trope, which involves “Internet friends” who become more through a confluence of necessity and proximity. The story definitely has moments of sweetness and I liked a lot of the supporting characters, especially Santiago’s sister and Mariana’s best friend. I have slightly more complicated, but still mostly positive, feelings about the protagonists.
Santiago is heart-meltingly sweet and accommodating-- so much so that he doesn’t always feel real. His struggles and insecurities take more and more of a backseat to Mariana’s issues as the novel progresses, and he tends to just lurk around in the background, earnestly trying to do the right thing by the family that needs him back in Spain, to weather the gauntlet thrown but Mariana’s hostile parents, and to adjust to life in a new country and with a new job-- all presumably super stressful, but never, somehow, the focus of the narrative for long (if at all).
Mariana was occassionally a tough character for me: she’s sheltered in many ways (which isn’t her fault) but also sometimes selfish (which is). When she got angry about things like Santiago sending his critically ill mother money (from *his* paycheck) because it made her feel like she wasn’t the most important thing to him, for example, I came close to loathing her. Sometimes, she seems to embody cliches about what people who aren’t in their early twenties think people in their early twenties are like: self absorbed and naive in really hackneyed ways. Not feeling up to adulting type tasks like cooking and cleaning I get, not knowing how to shut down an obnoxious coworker I get, even clinging to the delusion that she’ll wait to fall in love until she’s more “together” I get, and can empathize with. The over-the-top jealousy without provocation, the complete lack of empathy it would take to disregard the needs of a sick parent-- that’s less believable, and definitely made me like the character less. The fact that she’s never really held accountable for the jealousy or the assumptions bothered me, as I don’t trust her not to do that again, just like I don’t trust the seemingly magical transformation of her parents from hostility to acceptance after Santiago somehow weathers enough of their abuse.
I think there’s the groundwork for a really lovely story that’s as much about growing up (for Mariana at least) as falling in love, but if I’m honest I feel like a few necessary pieces are missing for a truly convincing experience. That said, I’m still utterly charmed by the gentle exchanges of terrible puns, veneration of boxed mac & cheese, and just all around joy that is the basis for their friendship, and that endures throughout the ups and downs of the fake-turned-real romance. For that alone, I’d recommend this book.
*I received an ARC of this book and voluntarily composed an honest review.