During the lockdown portion of the pandemic, my reading habits changed.
I almost exclusively vacillated between reading political books and steamy alien romances. I felt a responsibility to bear witness to the strange political moment in history we were living, but on top of COVID fears, it was prob not the best for my mental health, in hindsight.
I’d read a book, stress the f out, and turn to a couple of alien romances to gain back some sense of sanity.
It’s only been in the past few months that I’ve come back to my usual favorite genres: crime thrillers and literary fiction. But even now, I need to shake it up.
Enter Emily Henry’s People We Meet on Vacation.
Man, this book is so good! I love the characters and how they have their quirks without being twee. I want to be friends with Poppy and meet her parents.
Best of all is the banter. The witty repartee between Alex and Poppy takes this book to a whole other level.
The slow burn is maybe too slow. The ending is maybe a bit cheesy. But overall, this is a five-star read.
And here’s an important distinction: People We Meet on Vacation not an alien romance for me, cleansing the palate after reading my “real” books (not knocking the sexy aliens, for the record). It’s wonderful and engrossing and a genre I need to visit more often.