Excited as I was to read this, Mr. Wrong Number was not right for me. The only two characters I liked were side characters; Olivia was a very boring protagonist despite being written as oh so quirky, and Colin was an asshole, plain and simple. They had no chemistry, and all the miscommunication had me rolling my eyes so hard they nearly fell out of my head. Also, Lynn Painter’s writing was incredibly cringey—I hate to say it, but it read like a grandma trying to use Tiktok lingo. I won’t say don’t read this, but I will say that I highly encourage you to seek out other romance books. I don’t see myself reading any of Painter’s other books in the future.

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