For those of you who have interacted me lots within the last few weeks – you will have already heard this ramble. Reading has a very intellectual reputation (?) , if that makes sense. So, even though I think I have a far more thought-provoking and educational experience scrolling through my very well curated TikTok feed, it feels like reading is the better or smarter choice. Of course, it is, because TikTok is a dangerous time vacuum. But –  Book Lovers has made me realise that watching clips about the “Lea Michele can’t read” conspiracy is actually much more intellectual than some books. 

This book reads like a dream. It’s like a Netflix Original romcom, but written on paper. It’s all about the aesthetics anyways – and reading makes me look far smarter. It’s about a book agent and editor who meet in New York and instantly despise one another. They meet again coincidentally in a small town. It’s supposed to be making fun of the whole Hallmark Christmas movie, career obsessed woman goes to a small town to save a dying business trope. Instead it just really leans into it. I loved every second of it. Reading it is kind of like those huge really fake marshmallows. There’s not much to it, there’s a lot of gimmicks (a strong enemies to lovers trope), I know exactly what’s going to happen, and its sooooo cheesy. 

Izzy Radford, who I recently had the pleasure of going to Rome with thanks to her introduction to me by Bry Sheridan described the book as “cheap but cheerful”. I completely agree. In fact I picked the book up because she brought it with her to Rome – she had the physical copy, which I think is potentially too far an investment for this book. Incidentally, Izzy’s a bit of a star on TikTok (follow lol) so knows all about the best ways to spend her time.