by Rosy Thornton
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I’ll still tell you to support your local indie bookstore, but you can’t buy it there. (Maybe you can order it? Or buy one of her other books?) Check it out on Amazon.
Review copy provided by the author.
It started off uneventfully. (Don’t all good love stories begin that way?)
Single-mom Mina, who works the phones at a Sheffield call center for auto insurance, just happens to get the call where single-dad (and Cambridge professor) Peter reports that he’s crashed his car into a stump. You wouldn’t think anything would come of this one-time, chance encounter. Especially since Mina has her hands full with her 10-year-old daughter, Sal, and her younger sister, Jess, who’s never around. And Peter, with his 9-year-old twins, is still kind of mourning the death of his wife several years back. But, when Peter (who tends to be incredibly accident-prone) crashes his car yet again, he calls and asks for Mina which begins a phone relationship that slowly develops into something more.
It’s an understated little book; both Peter and Mina dance around their relationship. It’s really only a friendship, but one of those friendships that mean something. Someone you come to rely on and find comfort in. It doesn’t matter that they live miles apart, have completely separate lives. In fact, as a reader, you don’t really care that you’re reading a fluff romance book in which there is, in fact, no romance. It’s more a life book: watching Mina deal with her ups and downs; watching Peter as he muddles through, and then how they reach out to each other to try and find something to hold on to. The writing is charming, the characters are ones you want to move in next door to. It’s Britishness at its finest, where you want to grab a cup of tea and a comfy blanket and curl up with a good book.
And it’s just the book to do that with.