The cover deserved five stars. The rest of the book… not so much.
This book had everything I should love, and somehow we still didn’t click.
Ali Hazelwood looked at a romantic comedy and thought, “You know what this needs? Mild workplace sabotage.”
Taylor Jenkins Reid really said, “How attached are you to your emotions today?”
One fake identity. Countless lies.
Nothing says “relaxing reading experience” quite like spending an entire book wondering whether everyone is right, everyone is wrong, or everyone needs therapy.
I picked up The Road to Tender Hearts despite the cover, stayed for the family drama, and ended up becoming emotionally invested in a cat.
I picked this up for a cute summer romance and accidentally finished the entire thing before I could make any other plans.
The literary equivalent of a beach vacation where you know it’s going to be relaxing and somehow enjoy it even more because of that.
Turns out being trapped in 1855 wasn’t nearly as painful as being trapped in this book.