Anna and the French Kiss

Romance novels, much like sitcoms, provide a comforting familiarity that makes them easy to devour. They serve as a personal favorite literary indulgence, akin to a gentle laxative, effortlessly propelling me through their pages. When faced with more demanding reads that linger in my mind, these easy-to-digest romance books offer a welcome respite, ensuring my reading habit remains intact.Anna and the French Kiss was good for a debut novel. After all, the genre is chick lit, so if there were too many cliches in it I have only myself to blame for picking the book up in the first place. The writing was good, the dialogue was (sort of) cute, Anna was a likeable heroine, but (unlike everyone else, apparently) I didn't fall for St. Clair face first into a French carpet. Her second book, [b:Lola and the Boy Next Door 9961796 Lola and the Boy Next Door (Anna and the French Kiss, #2) Stephanie Perkins https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1358271832l/9961796.SY75.jpg 7149084], really blew me away, it was fantastic. Anna is nothing compared to Lola, and Cricket will make you literally swoon. Rarely do I find a reflection of myself in the stories within these pages. That is not their intended outcome, romance novels first and foremost, are relied on to transport readers to worlds of love, passion, and happily-ever-afters. However, in Lola, a creatively eccentric and independent teenager on a journey of self-discovery through complex relationships, I did catch a glimpse of myself.