To All the Boys I've Loved Before

I LOVED this book.

It was precisely the stupid, cheesy romance novel that I was looking for while my brain was fried. The plot was silly and delightful and while it was cliche, I still adored it.

I actually liked all the characters in the book other than Margot. Margot got way more praise than she deserved- most of the characters thought of her as a saint while I saw her as a pretentious jerk. The characters were interesting even if they were predictable and Lara Jean reminded me so much of myself– other than our cultural differences.

You can bet I'll be reading the sequel after I read something else deep, morbid, or thought-provoking. After all, all brains need breaks.