Today should be one of the worst days of seventeen-year-old Hadley Sullivan’s life. She’s stuck at JFK, late to her father’s second wedding, which is taking place in London and involves a soon to be step-mother that Hadley’s never even met. Then she meets the perfect boy in the airport’s cramped waiting area. His name is Oliver, he’s British, and he’s in seat 18C. Hadley’s in 18A.
Twists of fate and quirks of timing play out in this thoughtful novel about family connections, second chances and first loves. Set over a 24-hour-period, Hadley and Oliver’s story will make you believe that true love finds you when you’re least expecting it.
For whatever reason, Hadley is late for her flight to England to her dad’s second wedding. Not that she minds. In fact, she’d like to skip it all together. Hadley’s relationship with her father has been strained since he decided not to return home from a semester teaching in England and then became engaged to someone Hadley refuses to meet. Now she has to not only attend their wedding in another country, but she’s a bridesmaid.
But things start looking up when she meets this Oliver, who’s British and adorable, and going home from college for the weekend. There seems to be a connection between them. They’re seated near each other on the long flight and they begin to confide in each other about their lives, particularly their fathers. The more they talk, the more they find they like each other, which leads to a fantastic kiss right before they’re separated without exchanging numbers or email addresses.
Hadley rushes to make it to the wedding on time, but cannot get Oliver out of her mind, especially after putting the pieces together about his trip home.
Given the name of this book, you would assume it was a love story. And of course, it is, but there is also a fair bit in it about family and forgiveness. Hadley is likeable, but a bit of a brat. Not that her brattiness is undeserved, given her family situation. Being so far away from her father hindered her ability to forgive him, and isn’t that the whole idea?
Oliver is just like every boy you dreamed about in high school (unless you liked bad boys). He’s very smart and witty and tall (was it just me who dreamed about tall boys?). He’s holding a lot inside, you can tell, and you want to just hug him.
Overall, the book was great; it was perfect for a cold Saturday afternoon. I loved the characters and the growth they showed throughout the book. It was a lovely and sweet romance, even if it wasn’t earth-shattering. Actually, one of my biggest issues with the book was that the heroine, Hadley, was supposed to be blonde, but the cover (of my ARC copy, anyway) showed a brunette. Huh.