First-Time Caller by B.K. Borison is like sipping a pumpkin spice latte while wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, watching Sleepless in Seattle for the umpteenth time, but with a twist that makes you snort-laugh into your mug. This book is a delight, a cozy rom-com, with just enough quirks to keep you flipping pages like a giddy teenager doodling hearts in her notebook. It’s got that magic that makes you want to text your bestie at 2 a.m. to squeal about it.

The setup is pure Nora Ephron vibes with a gender-swapped spin: Lucie, a 29-year-old single mom, is raising her whip-smart 12-year-old daughter, who decides to play Cupid by calling into a radio show for dating advice for her mom. Enter Aiden, the grumpy, jaded radio host who’s all brooding sarcasm and probably smells like coffee and regret. When the call goes viral, it’s like the universe yeets these two into each other’s orbit, and what follows is a slow-burn romance that had me like, “You idiots, just kiss already!”

Borison nails the chemistry here. Lucie and Aiden are like a rom-com Venn diagram: she’s all sunshine and optimism, probably baking cookies for the PTA while humming Taylor Swift, and he’s the human equivalent of a rainy Monday morning. Their banter crackles like a fireplace in a log cabin—witty, sharp, and occasionally snarky. Lucie manages to charms Aiden with her relentless positivity, and he’s just all, “I’m allergic to hope.”

What makes this book is the found family vibe. Lucie’s daughters Maya,  is a total gem that had me wishing I was half as cool at 12. The side characters, like Lucie’s quirky old teenage ex/baby daddy, and her coworkers at the garage, add this warm, small-town charm that makes you want to move into the book and start knitting scarves for everyone. It’s all so cozy I half-expected a talking cat to show up with life advice.

The pacing drags a bit in the middle, like when you’re waiting for Uber Eats but keep refreshing the app anyway. Also, Aiden’s grumpiness occasionally tips into “dude, chill” territory, and I wanted to shake him and yell, “GO TO THERAPY!” But honestly, these are minor gripes. The story’s heart is so big it could star in its own Pixar movie, and Borison’s writing is like a warm hug from your favorite aunt who always sneaks you extra dessert.

If you’re a hopeless romantic who believes love can bloom over a crackly radio signal, this book will make your heart do cartwheels.