Long-term relationships are like business partnerships with a lot of negotiations.īut my romantic side says that love doesn’t follow any rules. It tells me love is something that grows out of a long time of talking and getting to know each other, and, even after that, it’s rare for it to last.

My pragmatic side thinks it’s completely ridiculous for Oliver and Hadley to fall in love so quickly, especially in a sequence of happenstances. Sometimes you have to suspend disbelief to enjoy these types of stories. People like myself enjoy these stories because they don’t happen so often. I mean, the title kind of pokes fun at the idea of love at first sight. I’ve read some criticism online about the plot being unrealistic, but I think that’s the point. I kept reading it, thinking this would be the book that I would want to write if I wrote YA lit. This book was a fast, fun read that was just adorable. Of course, as fate would have it, they happen to meet again. They are clearly on the track to some romance, only to be separated after they get off their flight thanks to stupid airport security. He helps her with her claustrophobia during their flight, and they talk all night and have some adorable sexual tension laden moments. Turns out, he’s sitting next to her on her new, rescheduled flight to London, and he’s a good-looking Brit (don’t you love when that happens?). She misses her flight and has the usual unpleasant interactions with strangers in the airport when she meets Oliver, a boy her age that is willing to extend some much-needed kindness her way. Hadley is on a flight to London to be in her father’s wedding to her new British stepmother whom she’s never met. My pragmatic and romantic sides are constantly battling each other, and this book is a good example of that. Love is more than just liking how someone looks or feeling a spark during eye contact (I have learned this the hard way before). I used to argue vehemently about how love at first sight was an urban myth.

It’s a mouthful, like, I even have trouble typing it, but the title grabbed my interest.

The statistical probability of love