This is a book that I could imagine as a Netflix romcom that I'd put on for background noise but secretly love.

Sam and Phoebe meet by chance at St Pancras station when their trains are delayed. Sam is going to the Isle of Mull in search of his dad and Phoebe is spending a year between France and Italy. They get to know each other well in a few hours and agree to meet back at St Pancras in a years time, once they've done what they've set out to do.

With most romance books, I always need to suspend belief and just go with the cheesiness. I love the characters of Sam and Phoebe and their individual stories of their adventures during that year are really well written but it seems so long. When the year is up, it feels like everything is a little rushed and how the story goes in the last 30% of the book irked me a bit.