This is now my favourite holiday novella of all time. I wish there was a one-liner or crowd pleasing trope I could mention that would make everyone run out and read this. I’ve been creeping on other people’s reviews because like—how are we supposed to express just how excellent this book was?

I haven’t found a good answer. It was just… extremely well-written? Low-angst yet somehow so emotional. Sweetly festive yet swoony as heck.

So, incoherent list time:
❄️ This hero! Part Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy, part Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock Holmes—he was the asocial grumpy neurodivergent guy of my dreams.
❄️ Our heroine was so lovely—the perfect combination of heart and flake.
❄️ Kissing lessons + intense autistic student = swoon. It’s a law of the universe.
❄️ So much mutual pining—playful pining in her internal monologue and intense pining in his internal monologue… something about switching between these two POVs was making my heart grow three sizes.

I don’t know what it says about me that I think this guy is the swooniest Felicity Niven hero (because he was weird lol)—but I stand by my choice.

Also, if you haven’t read from this author before, this is a great place to start. It’s a stand-alone and the events occur before the main series.