Too long, too preachy, and too many silly contrivances at the end.
It's been a long time since I've picked up a Mormon romance novel - I just couldn't take the cheese. But I read this anyway and remembered why I stopped with the MoRos: because they're so terribly unrealistic and poorly written. Plus, this book had the unfortunate tendency to lapse into a Relief Society lesson - nearly every chapter ended with Sarah writing in her journal about forgiveness (furthermore, I found it hard to believe Sarah as a 24-year-old - she came off much, much older).
(Spoilers, if you care): The first portion of the book revolves around several typical date set-ups: a pompous car salesman, a shy guy, and the Mormon comedic romance staple, the guy who proposes after two dates. Then it moves on to an online dating parody wherein Sarah is set up with her own brother, who is also trying the site. Wacky! The final third begins when Sarah meets cute with a artist Craig in an art supply store (they are, of course, immediately drawn to each other through a mutual appreciation of the other's work). Things go from there pretty predictably, with a proposal on the horizon, until Craig runs into his ex-wife at the grocery store, and seeing her shakes his confidence in marriage and he breaks it off with Sarah . . . UNTIL they get in a car accident in which Sarah is injured severely and Craig realizes that he doesn't want to lose her or some other such nonsense. Basically, it's a really contrived, overly-dramatic way to get the couple together.
But, hey, I just saved you from having to read the book!