More than a smidge self-indulgent, this festive novel certainly
made easy reading but unfortunately teetered on the verge of the ridiculous. Wedding
singer Romily kisses a stranger at a Christmas market (immediately after declaring
her love for another man, the floozy!) then spends a year searching for him but
finding herself, and keeping a blog. Very cheesy with a vastly overwhelming
volume of characters (several seeming rather one dimensional due to their lack
of development throughout the plot) this was chick lit at its fluffiest. An unimpressive
ending too, which although “unpredictable” was a little too convenient. I was
disappointed.
Published November 2011, HarperCollins
