I mean...who hasn't fallen in love with someone on public transit?

Let's talk about the good: Jane is hot.

Let's talk about the bad: the subway car of that is this book goes off the rails.

I really liked the first third of this book. The characters were caricatures but in a good way. I approached the book looking for wholesome fluff and romance, and I really got that at first. Lots of pining, lots of awkwardness, and even a bit of good banter.

But then the banter gradually got worse, the characters began to grate on me, and the plot was filled with little conveniences. I'll just go ahead and spoil this: "oh no we need money!! Good thing my grandmother who was barely mentioned before suddenly died and left me the correct amount". The world building in general struck me as a bit juvenile (other examples include our main character never going to school but somehow graduating, and also skipping work for weeks straight). I felt like I was reading someone's romanticized and formulaic idea of life rather than something more raw, real, or relatable.

But Jane was hot, so I kept reading. But it wasn't enough for me to overlook all anything little moments that, past the 50% mark, made me want to dnf the book.

(I also went into this book in search of the feelings Nina LaCour gave me in Everything Leads to You and Yerba Buena, so hit me up with recommendations closer to that if you have any.)

Meanwhile, I'll recommend this to you're looking to experience following through with falling in love with a stranger on public transit and are comfortable overlooking narrative issues in favor of hallmark-vibe fluff.