What I like about this book is the title. I know you do, too.
Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything?
Today should be one of the worst days of seventeen-year-old Hadley Sullivan's life. She's stuck at JFK, late to her father's second wedding, which is taking place in London and involves a soon to be step-mother that Hadley's never even met. Then she meets the perfect boy in the airport's cramped waiting area. His name is Oliver, he's British, and he's in seat 18C. Hadley's in 18A.
Twists of fate and quirks of timing play out in this thoughtful novel about family connections, second chances and first loves. Set over a 24-hour-period, Hadley and Oliver's story will make you believe that true love finds you when you're least expecting it.
Swoony, sweet, all-airplane scenes, cheesy conversations – this was my first impression for The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight. I know you do too, I really like the title of the book. Statistical probability? – that seems to be a mathematical phrase.
I’m pleased that the book has these sweet moments that make you swoon for a fraction of a minute. At least they make the prose alive. It also has the heavy problems that make each character as if they are real beings in dreadful situations. However, their actions failed them.
|A beautiful plane so small compared to|
the sky. (source)
On the positive note.
Throughout the book, I really like the ending. No biased statements or anything else. I just simply love it. I love how things became settled for both Hadley and his father about this new marriage thing. It’s lovely. And I wish all stepmoms are like Charlotte.