I am not a romantic in real life. It makes me wildly uncomfortable when someone attempts to be romantic with me, I’m not even sure I would know if someone was trying to be if I’m being totally honest. The concept of the idealized relationship and activities had in said relationship is lost on me. In books however I can sometimes find the stomach for romance. I have a few ground rules about it though. 1. It can’t be abuse. I’m looking straight at you 50 Shades of Grey and Twilight. 2. I like it to be original, or at least mildly so. If you’re going to do a romance the least you can do is go full throttle and put your characters somewhere different and have them be ridiculous. I mean, life is already ridiculous. 3. It can’t be forced. This happens a lot with straight romantic interests I’ve noticed, they’ll be thrown together and then made to make out before they even really know each other’s last name. *cough* Captain America: Civil War.

Anyways. If I’m going to read a romance, I try and find one that adheres to those three rules. I read Anna and the French Kiss mostly on a recommendation from a friend and I was very skeptical at first. I always am when it comes to contemporary YA romance. A lot of it sucks. Past experiences aside, I enjoyed this book. It was cute and sweet in all the right ways and hurt just right. Anna and the French Kiss is the cheesy rom-com you watch with your best friends on movie night.

Full review here: https://aggietheskeletonreads.wordpress.com/2016/07/25/review-anna-and-the-french-kiss/