I got what I expected from this fluffy click-lit book that left me dreaming of true love, harboring a yearning to send and receive postcards, and with a burning desire to travel the globe.
And, it must be said, I cannot thank the author enough that Lucy and Owen never had sex, because not only would that have been fricking absurd considering they literally spent less than 24 hours in each others presence, but it was really refreshing to have a YA, especially a contemporary YA, not include sex. So kudos, Jennifer Smith.