Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins made me sublimely happy. It was well written, and funny, and just plain good. And the love. Oh my, it was delightful.
It's not really the kind of book that I have to worry about spoiling for you. You sort of know, going in, what you're going to get. Girl meets boy, boy has girlfriend, yada yada and etc. People more jaded than I would say 'predictable', but it's really not, and to be fair, I'm pretty damn jaded...
and I fell head over heels.
Even if you don't read YA, even if you're not a love story fiend, even if you think you've done it all, seen it all, read it all... go read this. Feel the swoon. Thank me later.
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