⭐⭐ (2.5 Stars)
I really wanted to enjoy this book and get into the Holiday spirit, but ultimately it just wasn’t for me.
The blurb is pretty interesting, we follow the story of Jess and Alex. Jess is a twenty-nine-year-old that decided to follow her dream of moving to London and working in publishing. Because of the terrible rent prices, she reconnects with an old friend that has a spare room in a crumbling, but grand, Notting Hill house-share with four virtual strangers.
On her first night, Jess meets Alex, the guy sharing her floor, at a Christmas dinner at the house, and there’s an instant sparkle or sort of connection. Even though the house has strict rules of no fraternization, Jess can’t stop thinking about Alex and starts planning how they will knock down the wall between them to spend more time together.
But when Jess returns from a two-week Christmas holiday, she finds Alex has started dating someone else—beautiful Emma, who lives on the floor above them. Now Jess faces a year of bumping into (hell, sharing a bathroom with) the man of her dreams…and the woman of his.
I usually enjoy slow-burn romances and don’t mind a love triangle, but We Met in December had terrible pacing. The story insists on talking about things that will never matter to the plot, bringing in characters that have no relevancy and leaves us hanging on other topics that could have been better explored.
Ultimately it’s just boring. I kept reading it because I wanted to see if the ending could redeem the book because I actually enjoyed the London setting, but that didn’t really happen and the grand finale had zero payoff. I wasn’t convinced about Jess and Alex’s relationship and found them to be annoying.