Do you remember the first British romance book you read? For me it was Bridget Jones, Bridget was the tip of the iceberg for my foray into romance books almost 4 years ago and there’s something still very sparkly when I think of the overdramatic boy drama, the unclear life goal, and of course a full series to follow in the antics. Or maybe for you it was Me before You? Where the deep emotional connection between too people hit raw pain in a way, you’d forgotten books could make you feel. Lia Louis hit the light fun quirky romance of Bridget with the pain and meaning of Me before You. 

Noelle and Sam were meant to be. They meet in a freak March snowstorm for eight perfect hours, and they assume they will never see each other again, but fate has a way of stepping in. If you’re not still in the holiday Hallmark spirit of Christmas, this might have some elements of suspended disbelief as fate is a sneaky girl and keeps pushing these two togethers. Aside from a bit of the cheese factor, I really enjoyed this book. It’s cozy, full of love, but the plot doesn’t get lost in the romance. You can also put me down for a total sucker for a quirky best friend who has a baby named Petal. Highly recommend you bring this as your next cozy romance read, but nothing to storm the bookstore for right this instant.