I went into this with high hopes after hearing people gush about it, but dear lawd no... I've tried to broaden my reading taste and try romances recently, but maybe the genre as a whole just isn't for me.
 
Reasons I didn't enjoy this book (and eye-rolled every other minute) include:
 
 - I have read SO many books about publishing recently, so this just adds to that long ass list. Publishing is not THAT interesting.  
 - Clementine is such a stupid name 😭
 - At 18% I guessed that he's the chef from the beginning of the book. I can't be bothered to read it to find out if I'm right (for the love of me I can't find spoilers), but I'll eat my hat if I'm wrong.
 - Some guy is magically in her house, and within the space of him cooking her a meal she's already basically in love with him? 
 - If her favourite colour being yellow is 'one of the most surprising things' about her, dear lord she must be boring.
 - Not the horrifically cringy PET NAME he gives her within the first couple of hours of knowing her. Creep behaviour.
 - Fajitas were made to a 'secret family recipe' - which fucking part of them?? I can't believe it would be every single element. 
 - I hardly read romance books, but I'm already tired of 'work obsessed woman with no life gets shown how to have fun by quirky artsy man'. WHY DO THEY ALL HAVE TO GO THROUGH SELF DISCOVERY?? People can (and should) figure out who they are by themselves, before getting together with someone.
 
What's absolutely wild is that I do love a romantic movie on occasion (especially About Time, which got me excited about this book) AND romance in other book genres, but romance books (at least the popular ones) just don't seem to do anything for me. Then again, popular books are usually the worst out there...