Look, I’m a sucker for kissing books. They may not have been Fred Savage’s jam in The Princess Bride, but they are very much mine. And this book? It’s a really good kissing book.
What is there to say about Dimple and Rishi other than that they’re both two of the best cinnamon rolls put into print in a while. Well written, strong, wonderful humans who seem too real to be fictional. Ugh. I love them both, and I love them together. I would have read a whole book where these two were the entire focus, and I would have been entirely happy. But here’s the thing, they aren’t the only wonderful characters in this novel. Nope. There are parents, and friends, and siblings, and bullies, and that one girl who hangs with the bullies, but who you think may secretly be kind of great. It’s the kind of book that gives you more than you deserve, but still leaves you wanting more.
I promise I’m almost done gushing, but I have just a little more. Stick with me.
This is, at it’s core, a love story. The best kind. It builds, and it grows. There is conflict, and catharsis. Whatever insta love is, this is the opposite. Strangers become acquaintances become friends become more, and it’s perfect. I don’t know why you haven’t read it yet (if you haven’t). You should probably get on it.